Sweat dripped from the jutting nipples tipping her lush conical breasts. Her face and flawless skin carried deep red splotches of unwanted sexual heat...Her face flushed deeper yet with shame hearing the men cheered her canine rapist on. Shame because she realized she was beginning to thrust back to take more of the doggy cock. “Oh, God! Not that!” Beth moaned, thinking about the cameras.Then she felt ultimate humiliation as she pushed back to take the knot and the rest of the dog dick deep in. "Mark Lester is on his way here. Let's find out if anyone is dead, then we'll talk it over with Lester."Maddie and Rawhide showed up together. They were followed by the rest of my family. "Maddie, would you check on the people in the wagon, please?"As Maddie moved off toward the wagon, I asked, "Rawhide, would you see if he's wearing a gun or a knife?"Rawhide nodded then walked over behind Harter. "Stand up real slow," Cassie told Harter. "If you move too fast, I'll put a bullet through your. ”“But what if you fall in love with someone else.”“What if we do try again, and you go off to Munich again next year, and it all happens again? We can’t play what-ifs all our lives Cal. You’re going to have to take chances in your life.”She looked at me like a rabbit trapped in headlights.“Yes, Cal, there are no guarantees in life. We could get married next year on my sixteenth birthday, but there’s no guarantee that one of us wouldn’t meet someone else and break us up. We could get knocked. Did Kitty have more to do with Metzger and Schmidt besides being the bull’s-eye for Schmidt’s arrow? Moe figured it was time for a little give and take. “What if there was a woman who got mixed up with the wrong guy without her knowing?” Jansen leaned forward, salivating at getting somewhere in the interrogation. “Why do you suppose she got out of this situation without a scratch? Schmidt was killed. You were meant to be. What protected her?” “Luck?” “Luck, my lily white ass. The broad had.