In the pocket of my pants was a small .22 caliber semiautomatic with 7 shots. The shots alternated between hard point and bird shot. The first being...a regular .22 long rifle hard point. I kissed her lips and raised up my cock still in her and fired a shot into the middle of her navel. Her navel now had a dark nearly quarter inch hole in the middle from which, blood began to trickle. Her eyes told the story as her face contorted in pain she had this look of disbelief and shock. I looked in. Alec took a moment, ‘Hey! You can talk! I mean you can speak English!’ ‘Yes, for some time now.’ ‘Well why didn’t you say anything last night?’ ‘It was late, I was tired, and you were too busy trying to spare the feelings of your innocent bride.’ ‘Very funny! Seriously though. . . okay, wait a minute. What’s your name?’ ‘Laila Al-Shirani. By the way, it is our custom that the wife keeps her family’s name, but is it correct that in the West the wife takes the family name of her husband after. Then there was a wide spiral staircase up to the green room where we could serve meals and where the sound was muted enough that you could hear yourself think.The sound board, or more rightly the sound booth, was right in the middle of the room, against the back wall. It was covered and protected from beer spillage from the balcony above and it was above the crowd on the dance floor below. The cool thing that we added that no one else had in this size venue was the luxury boxes. They were in a. "Come on it'll be fine, I mean it's been six years since you saw your Cousin Amber." "Amber...you didn't say I'll be sharing my room with Amber!" Amber Franklin, you've never in your life met a more disgusting and obnoxious 12 year old. I still get shivers thinking about her. She was the only k** who dressed like an old woman. She had greasy unwashed Red hair that was constantly twisted in demonic looking Pigtails, she would never smile just sit there and scowel. And worst of all was the.