‘Why in the hell do you think that’s going to happen?’ he finally asked. ‘Because I owe you and you owe the judge.’ Bobby answered calmly. �...�What the fuck are you talking about?’ Don asked with a smirk. ‘Donny, Judge Baker is a good man and if it wasn’t for him you’d be in prison. He has been incredibly lenient with you and has always looked out for you, I think you owe him the benefit of the doubt.’ Don looked down at his feet for a moment before raising his eyes back to his cousin. ‘You’re. ...tongue fuck me....oh shhiitt.....use your fingers! Get me off....get me offfff!" I moved my mouth to her rosebud, and slid a finger up her wet slippery snatch, first one, then two. Curling then slightly, I sought out and found that elusive little soft spot and began rubbing in small circles. "Oh fuck," she flinched, "yesss!!!" I circled her g-spot until it was nice and swollen, and began to fuck her with my fingers, each in stroke, I circled that ball of flesh wiith my finger tips before. I headed back down the street. The magnitude of what had just happened -- and what nearly had happened -- was beginning to sink in.I passed a laundromat and heard a voice. “Hey, mister...”I turned and saw the Asian girl the punks had menaced. I regarded her -- she had a pretty, oval face, waist-length black hair and dark brown eyes with the characteristic Asian shape. Her skin was dark yellow-brown. She was wearing a knee-length skirt and black tights.“Hi,” I said. “You okay?”“I ducked in here. None of the guys I looked at were him though. She often invited me to sit down for a cup of the rancid stuff they called coffee at the PD. She seemed to actually enjoy our talks as much as I enjoyed the fact that they hadn't after all of that time, put our case on the back burner.At home things were very frustrating. Every time I looked at Kerrie, all I saw was my failure to protect her. I felt unworthy of her. Even a talk with my father in law didn't help. He tried to reassure me that Kerrie.