And in the meanwhile, I had acase I had to finish somehow, a case I feared could finish me.It scared me, thinking of the risks I ran with Chet, whoeve... he was,whatever his employer wanted -- Gentry, the money that he took, the leadshe could give to some bigger crooks. If he found Gentry, and if he thelaw, or even if merely had a buddy in the FBI to whom he owed a favor, I'dend up looking a lot like an accomplice.In a dress I should not be wearing. Which in a way was even worse. For ifat times I. I was so scared and so excited that I could hardly breathe. But I obeyed without thinking. I quickly removed my dress and my bra and panties and stood naked in a room which seemed full of fully dressed older men. The implied threat was always there when I was with my rapist. If I didn't react quickly enough my clothing would be torn from me.I felt their eyes on me as I undressed. It wasn't fun the way that it had been on Sunday with Sean and Mark and Brad. It was much different. Here there was. I landed on the right side shoulder. The police told me I had flown 13 feet before I hit the ground. I never passed out and I knew I was paralyzed immediately. My first lumbar vertebrae shattered when I hit the ground. They had to chip bone from my pelvis to reconstruct that part of my spine. The operation took six hours. Now, every spinal cord injury case is different. Some people still have some feeling below there injury level, these people are called incompletes. I, on the other hand am a. "She looked to me- those green eyes, lips as red as the pour on dress, auburn locks falling over a shoulder, taking my eyes to her low cut neckline."I want you to kill my husband," she said. "Can you do that for me, Mister Bumfelt?" Micky," I replied, pouring myself another shot of bourbon. "If we're talking murder, call me, Micky."She smiled, waved the private detective over, undid his belt, dropping his trousers and took Bumfelt’s cock into her warm mouth. She took his balls into her hands.