The police went straight to the Winton house, and after a thorough search, they found the knife he'd used, a hunting knife, up in the crawlspace above...the ceiling where he'd thrown it. It still had my blood and his fingerprints on it. He was stoned when he attacked me, probably to get his courage up, and his father tried to stop them taking 'his boy' and assaulted a couple of officers, so both of them had a ride to the jail, and with the bloody knife as evidence, over a dozen witnesses to the. Her breathing was very laboured and her heart was racing as the euphoria flooded her senses. She eventually regained her composure and finished her shower.She dried herself and brushed her teeth before pulling her robe back on and leaving the bathroom. Beth was just waking and Carol studied her young daughter's budding body. Beth's breasts had taken a nice spurt over the last year and filled out to a similar size to her older sister Julie's. Carol had always been very proud of her own large. She was always the other woman and she always expressed pride because of it. Bragging that she was, "a better fuck".Her reputation has caused all the struggles in both our lives. She was never taken seriously and has never had a stable job because of the constant drama that her life had strung up which followed her, and I had been bullied relentlessly, with parents telling children that I was a daughter of a whore. I had been labeled at the very young age of six, when a disheveled looking woman. So I give her my credit card, with the lowest credit limit of course, I am no fool, and gladly head towards the parking lot.On the way out I usually stop at the Baskin Robbins for an Ice Cream. Standing line in front of me one time was a group of really cute gals. One girl directly in front of me was wearing a really short halter top and a very short mini skirt. It was so short I could just see the bottom of her butt cheeks as I approached her in line. The service was kind of slow and the line.