N-no, no m-m-more ... please?”He pulled at the belt strap and whispered back, “You still have one more thing I want.”Neil grabbed two handfuls o... her hips and pulled her ass into the air. She stayed on her elbows, afraid to move after the beating she just endured. He found the waistband of her frilly panties and tore it to shreds with his bare hands, eager to see her unobstructed ass. He balled them up tight and held them out in front of her face.“Open,” he ordered.She did and with minimal. Currently that was the one known as Maxtono. Another custom was if one man was killed by another, all his property, including wives, mistresses and children belonged to the man who killed him. That man was expected to take care of the women and children by providing food and shelter. But if a man was killed by a beast, the widow and children were left to fend for themselves. The next thing she told me startled me."You know, you killed Humbret, and Jazkon, and Nezbalm and Valeron. This means you. "No. Not at all," replied the man, his expression remained unchanged."It's been a long time since anyone even wanted to hear my sad story.I guess everyone just got tired of hearing it over and over again.But the ending never changed no matter how many times I told it. Itwas years ago. There was an accident out on the highway. A drunkdriver swerved over the double yellow line and struck the car I wasdriving head on. My wife... and both my kids... were killed... almostinstantly. I wasn't so. Best to get started and not give Eric any reasonto get annoyed with her. Fortunately, she knew how totype, a legacy of a brief period she had dreamed of beinga writer, like her mother had been before her marriage,and escaping the responsibility of taking over the familybusiness. She was half way through her second letter whenthe intercom on her desk buzzed into life."Come into my office please, Gretchen," ordered Eric.She did, entering what had been her office until lastnight. She was surprised.