But not by much. I still get shivers about how close I came to losing this shoot-out. It might have cost me $50 million.If one were to ask the name of...the most famous gunfighter, I suspect a popular response would be “Billy the Kid.” But “gunfighter” might be overgenerous, as I have heard that Billy shot more folks in the back, and he probably counted them the same as the others. Still, the label sticks.Lesson learned. Somebody who fights fair loses in every fair fight. The trick to better your. I put that away from my mind and just kept buggering Henry Harrison, DDS. If I needed a reminder that Farah and he were my abject and eager sex slaves, his eager lapping at Farah’s anus while I plundered his booty for the hell of it was more than a small hint.“Damn, she has the tastiest tush ever! Always did!” Henry exclaimed as I continued to ravage his rear.His continued hard-on was soon reason enough for Farah to lean over and take his dick into her mouth while he kept rimming her. I. .” she hesitated, “that’s further away from Saint Jude’s, and I’m getting more involved there, you see. Rose-Marie and Ted, they’ve asked if I’d like to stay with them...”Kat watched her, smiling gently. “You won’t offend us, Carole, if you’re ready to leave. I’d hope you keep in touch, but as we keep saying, you have to find your own way.” They were silent together for a minute or so. “Tell you what, though, Carole, I may be able to help you to make up your mind without actually telling you. Was she mad at me for throwing her in the shower? I went into the other room, thinking about all the horrible permutations that could happen in the near future. I was firmly convinced that I had poisoned her. That I was going to be an outcast. Perceived as some weirdo pervert who was insane enough to believe that love potions actually worked. It was all just make-believe to me! I debated about calling poison control. I kept running the ingredients of my chemical cocktail thru my mind, debating.