Another pause and dimly, I could feel the mood change in the room, but I was too comfortable to be concerned. “That looks uncomfortable.” My erect...on must have been obvious. “You should make yourself comfortable.” I wanted to reach down, unbutton my pants, and pull out my cock. It was pressing so painfully against my jeans, but I felt tired and relaxed. My arms felt so heavy that I couldn’t bring myself to move. Instead, I sunk deeper into the chair. She noticed. “Good. You can ask for. But he did give a statement:'I noticed that those who had placed winning bets with me were very concerned for my safety. But those who owe my shop money were not heard from. Well, I'm back, and any one owed money may come by and be paid: it's business as usual. There are others who ought to take notice of this as well. Defaulters who used my absence as an excuse not pay, should think again.'With this, the goblin advised the DP's reporter 'to clear off right smart, if she knew what was good for. " I dared her to prove herself. I whispered, "I've already seen your pretty, blue, girly panties and so have a few people near us." Surprisingly, she merely arched an eyebrow at that. Maybe I could press her un-shyness?"I know what you saw. But the scar I mean is at the top of my inner leg, beyond my sex. We all have legs, what's the big deal if everyone sees mine, even here?" I'll second that. But you're describing the top of your femoral artery. Rupturing that is near-certain death. Let's. That bastard still isn't quite dead yet but I kick his gun away from him. He said. “What do I got to do to get rid of you. I couldn't buy you off after I raped you. I couldn't strangle you to death now I'm not able to…” The bastard dies right then. If it wasn't for the fact that Maria caught that on video and gave a copy to the local news, I probably would ended up in jail a lot longer. But my wife's cold case got marked solved/closed after that.The past ends, and I'm forced begin again.Chapter.