Every time the monster returned from the green aura he wore while poisoned to his normal pinkish color, she would zap him with a new poison charge. Th...re was no telling how long it would take for this spell to work.While this was going on, Jack was trading blows with the creature. This was damned hard work! The ax was taking chunks of flesh out of the creature, but it seemed to have little overall effect. The ax cuts were working, but so slowly, that it was a question as to whether the creature. But this isn’t about sympathy, it’s about truth, and I think I have enough in my bag to pull that out of him.The way we’ve got it planned timing is a big part of this, and Irving starts off with jury selection. He’s always meticulous about it, but he takes that to even greater lengths to make sure the process fills up the entire first day. By using a couple of unnecessary peremptory challenges, which I can see puzzle Yvonne, he gets us to 3:30, which is late enough. Yvonne wants a fresh start. In our day there’d always be at least double that during term time, usually more. Other than that, the audience was the usual eclectic mix. A couple of priests, a few prostitutes there to support their friends, a few solitary men, a group of lads in their late teens – I wondered how they’d afforded entry fee – and three ruddy-faced old women who could be guaranteed to be the most vicious there. It was a little disappointing. There was room on the benches for maybe two or three hundred. I reached up and he helped me to my feet. I washed his cum down with some beer and commented, “Great chaser.”Jack’s eyes opened wide at that. “I’m glad you approved. We have plenty of both for the weekend, if you’re interested.”“Definitely!”Jack grinned. He stepped closer and kissed me again, and then he bent down. He lifted my tits with his hands, cupping them as he pulled them slightly out of the half-bra, and licked my left nipple. Then he gently bit down, like he often does. The effect was.