He cried out in pain and sunk to the floor, looking at his ineffective right arm.The second attacker chose this moment try to kick my head off, while ...houting an almost theatrical HAH-YAH! I side stepped, and then grabbed his foot, flipping him over onto his back and then stomping his gonads into a pancake. He tried hard to yodel. At least thats what it sounded like."I'm going to get you for hurting my friends," said the third attacker, and I spun around and acted like I was scared, backing up. Plus which he has a very pretty round face with big eyes and lips and tiny nose and ears. He is the queen of the whole place, his asshole is like a convention and he has what you would have to call a high-semen diet. He's fucked maybe twenty times a day and gives head at least forty. Big James, a big prison-gang boss, makes a rule that Paulie has to have fresh cum on his face at all times. The screws can't do anything about all this, so they look the other way.Not that Paulie likes any of this,. . something. He lay quietly in the dark for a few moments, wondering now if he had just imagined it. After all, the shrine and its out buildings were very, very old and ... There! He'd heard it again! Throwing aside his covers, he carefully got to his feet, making little noise as was humanly possible. Bump! Bump! Crash! Not only did he appear to have prowlers on his hands, they sounded like rank amateurs! Not that he'd necessarily know the difference? Moving stealthily, he opened the door to. He now had so many accounts that he had to keep a set of ledgers going just so he would not forget what he had stashed where. Unfortunately for him, Two Pigs Fucking had reached the point of assuming that he was so smart that he would never be caught, so he kept his set of private books in his office in his home.What had caught Doug's eye was that the town run by Two Pigs Fucking had slowly, but steadily, gone from being a producer of surplus revenue to a receiver of funds from the public.