The bartender described the encounter and said that it was clearly self defense. The marshal agreed and told the swamper to fetch the undertaker. Once...the undertaker was finished with his work, the marshal tipped his had and walked out the door.We went up to thank the bartender, but he said that no thanks were necessary. He had never liked Jubal Hawkins and was glad to see him get what was coming to him. In celebration, the bartender gave us each a beer on the house!There was not much point in. For weeks we didn't know if she would make it, because spinal fluid kept building up in the brain, but the indications are looking good now. When she leaves here, I will take her somewhere safe while she fully recovers, when you have neutralized the worst of the threats we will come home to Nyack." Then he gave us a warm smile and embraced us, "You kids are smart, but don't get swelled head heads, Jennifer and I were married the day after Mike's funeral." No shit!" We said in unison. Then. "Of course you will have work for me," I warned. Fred nodded. "I understand you had been turned out." "Yes!" "I can use you, if you learned your lessons well and if you do as I say," I said. "I want to be of value to you, C.C.," Fred said meekly. "I want you to give head me right now," I said. Fred got down on his knees and took out my cock. He was not in Sindi's or Marlee's class, but he had learned something. Just before he brought me to a peak, I pulled out and sprayed him in the face.. She felt him thrust harder and buried her face in his neck."Please don't stop," she panted. He groaned and thrust harder, pushing her against the tree. "You need to let tell me when you're close babe," he panted. She moaned at his words - he knew she was getting close.He began pumping harder. He gripped her neck with one hand, claiming her, and kissed her deeply, thrusting into her over and over again."I'm gonna cum," she panted against his mouth. "Help me... make me cum baby," she whispered.