Matt had his gun drawn, as did the other man. Chester had a greener in his hands and looked ready to use it. Dillon was questioning Mr. Jonas as Doc A...ams showed up. Doc checked Mr. Jonas and saw he was none the worse for wear. Then he bandaged the gunman's torn hand. Matt decided the man with the injured gun hand would get the opportunity to discover the inner workings of the jail in Dodge. The gunman's friend was let off, because he hadn't become involved. Dillon asked the third man to take. I called out from the bathroom and said I'd be just one more minute, and asked my husband to pour me a glass of wine.I came out of the bathroom wearing my husband's favorite little black spaghetti-strap dress because I knew it would drive him crazy (it always does). I thought the guy's (we'll call him Tom) jaw was going to hit the floor when he saw me! He stood up, and I walked over to him and gave him a hug hello. I sat down between them and started sipping on my wine. We started with some. To his surprise, Tyler answered the door. “Uh, I-“ “Relax, Marshall. I know what’s going on, follow me.” Marshall led him to the master bedroom, where his wife was already tied down to the bed, and blindfolded. Tyler sat on the couch and Marshall approached Beverly’s soaking pussy. Sliding his finger down it, he turned back to Tyler. “Tyler, are you sure about this? Man, I don’t know.” “Of course man, Bev loves it. You know that pussy looks fucking perfect.” Marshall pulled. "And I know she be glad to know it." They hurried up the stairs."Time, Honda." I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him back toward the main hall. "She needs time. I did not see the fall myself but I saw the photos afterward. They were gruesome. And remember, they were working very closely the last few months. I'm sure she's been deeply affected on many levels by all this." I know." His shoulders slumped as we walked. "I just want her to know that I know. That I'm still here. I don't care.