Margaret Compton raised her hands. ‘They are empty. I only had 11 rounds.’ The courtroom was deathly silent with the only sounds coming from the s...bbing Mrs Compton as she held the guns aloft. ‘What happened to the twelfth round Mrs Compton?’ Paul found himself asking and her pitiful eyes turned to him. She looked directly into his soul as she stated softly, ‘These are the guns the girls used to kill each other with. Frank and I couldn’t stop them. We were locked outside the door and could only. I noticed that there were some messages on my cell. There is one message each from Joyce's two sisters and her mother. They basically said the samething. That Joyce needs me.I figured what the fuck. I made some dinner and then took a shower. At 6:00 p.m., I left for the hospital. I knocked on her door."Come in," I heard her say, so I walked into her room."David!" She exclaimed."Hi Joyce, how do you feel?" I asked."Oh David, I am so sorry for everything,"I put my fingers over her lips and hushed. Mike wouldn’t go home he insisted on staying for an all night cock session he was now fully sexually aroused. Everywhere I went even to the bathroom Mike was behind me fingering my cunt or fondling my cock, he said he was going to make sure he had the full benefit of my asshole because of no worries of periods, pregnancy, mood swings, or refusals, it was the first time he fucked a man’s asshole and he really enjoyed the experience, since getting his wife pregnant 12 years ago he fucked her. .. inquiring... of his wife?" I asked smoothly.He looked down at me, sitting half naked in a ratty old arm chair that someone else threw away years ago, the limp, half-eaten sandwich still in my hand."Look, Pal," he said. "I don't know you, and I don't want to know you. I solve problems for the Senator, and I have to decide whether or not you're a problem. Getting cute with me isn't going to make this any easier. What do you want with the Senator's wife?"I heard the doorknob rattle again while.