He could not let Carter be taken to jail. There was no doubt what would happen to him there.Picking up the papers, Carter's dad gasped and said "That'... more money than we make off of this farm! It doesn't cost that much to support a child!" Not my problem," the sheriff declared. "What's it going to be? Do I shoot him, or does he sign?"In the space of about ten minutes, Carter's life changed irrevocably. Despite the angry reaction from the sheriff and the DA, using an indelible pen, below his. I started writing a letter to Elena, explaining why I had to leave. It was difficult, there was no good reason I could give for vanishing. Before I knew it, it was evening and I had strung only a few sentences together. I threw the sheet in the bin and decided to get something to eat.The trees looked alive with sparkling lights in the night. It felt great to feel lost in the crowd, one among thousands, enjoying the parade and the fireworks. I returned late at night and slept fitfully. I dreamt. I cleaned her thighs with my handkerchief, and then jammed it up her cunt to lock the rest inside. It was my intention to take her home and play with and suck on her delicious well fucked pussy but as we were about to leave, the black doorman stopped us.'You can take her in the office if you want a bit of privacy. I'm sure you can't wait to have your turn at fucking the slut.' He said as he opened the office door and escorted us in then closed the door behind him as he left us alone. There was. Eric was growing aroused, and I was growing aroused, and we were both experiencing an emotional release of epic proportions with a flood of tears and passion. This was far more than just sexual response; it was far deeper, more intense, and more intimate.“Eric I love you so much. But we must not continue doing this.” I sobbed. But even as I verbally told Eric we should stop, I could not help but grind into his erection slightly. I did not push his hand from my breast. Nor did I resist his.