North Carolina was funny that way, it could be raining at 5:30 and often was, then at six it could be ‘not raining’ but cloudy. It might give me a... hour window to walk, I reasoned that morning. It also might not, so I napped a half hour, then I got out of bed to check.Looking back I saw the mid to late forties woman still in my bed. She looked her age at 6AM without make up. She was still a nice looking lady, but she would look better two hours from now, I thought. I looked outside and the rain. They'd been too afraid to answer the police appeals to comeforward, for fear of reprisals, even though they'd seen on the news thatthe gunman was in custody. Now it was just beginning to feel that theymight come through it.Vincent picked up the paper, looking blearily at the front page. His eyeswidened and he suddenly woke up properly, scanning the main story aloud:"KILLER ESCAPES JUSTICE!"The Crown Prosecutor's office was yesterday forced to drop proceedingsagainst the suspected Russian mob. “Don’t worry, brother. I’ve got you. We’ll get you patched up, and back to your wife again in no time,” I try to keep my voice reassuring, but I know there’s no hiding the quaver in it.Sergeant Barton opens his mouth to say something, and I lean close to listen. He coughs, and I feel warm, wet blood splatter my face. Looking back down, I see his eyes roll back in his head, as he dies.* * *“I’ve got an appointment with a counselor at eight tomorrow morning,” I tell Karrista over the. He would jam his cock deep in my mouth a few times gagging me them pull his cock out. He kept saying, “What a good slut you are.” Then he would jam his cock in my mouth for several more strokes. The more he did this, the less I gagged and the more cock I could take. With my eyes watering and my mouth full of cock he said, “If you are going to be a good slut, you are going to have to swallow. I will show you how.” He kept talking as he stroked his cock in my mouth. He said< I am going to start.