Chloe and Amanda stayed and helped with the clean up, talking about how much fun they’d had. Just before they left I got out the two pans of cinnamo... rolls I’d held back, gifting to them for such a splendid day.Amanda sighed. “When Marcus and Tammy taste these I’m doomed. You know you have to teach me how to make these.” Marcus and Tammy were her seven year old son and five year old daughter. They were great kids, polite and respectful well beyond the norm.Chloe agreed. “I’m going to hide. His soul had gone straight to hell.I didn't know what to do; I did know that I couldn't just dump the pellet in the airplane toilet. It might be found and US Customs would know to look for me."I seriously thought about swallowing it. Even though I knew it would kill me, at least my family would be safe. I've often wished I had, but I was too scared of going to hell. Not only would I die un-shriven, but to swallow it knowing it would kill me would be suicide, a mortal sin."I'm not ashamed to say. Most of the sissies blew it all on booze, dope, more makeup and trashy whore clothing to be even more of an OTT tranny whore. At the end of the alley I sat on a trash can to put on my stiletto heeled platforms, more lipstick and smoked a cigarette just observing the whole scene for several minutes. At any one time there were 6-8 girls hustling, about 50/50 GGs and drag queens, coming and going as they were picked up and dropped off, the queens were getting more action by a two to one margin.. We’ll put a stop to the wrong doin’, one way or the other. Even if we have to kill every damned last one of them.”“How long you been a marshal?” she asked, still making talk as they rode three abreast.“A few years.”“How many men you killed?” she asked, hoping to trip him up somehow.“Never counted, but I reckon I’ve had to kill at least a coupla dozen since I started bein’ a marshal, maybe another dozen before that,” he answered.“Damn, Marshal, how many have you taken back alive?” Sam.