"No charge," he said. "Just getting the chance to spend a little time next to a sexy little thing like you, is all the thanks a horny old goat like me...needs. Thank YOU!" Uh, couldn't I at least buy you a cup of coffee?" I asked. My pussy was so itchy now, that I could barely keep from crossing my legs to stop the river of cream from dripping down my leg.What WAS it about this guy, anyway? He was certainly not one of those handsome young studs, that looked like Greek gods in all the. I asked him.The guy smiled, surprised at my reaction, certainly unexpected for him."I would do anything, baby ... and let you hicieras me what you want ..."He suggested then go out for coffee, but in that area you could see me somebody you know and then told him to accompany me walking beside me ...I took on the way to the studio. Just turned the corner my cell phone rang: it was Victor, to say he was already at home and not to worry about dinner as he would be in charge of cooking something. I. Sharon dives for cover taking Jennifer with them, the women watches them jump and laughs, she raises her rifle to fire.Suddenly her head is no longer attached to her body, behind her stumbles in Idin, he is holding her head in his hand, his clothes are torn, large section of his midsection seem to be glowing from an internal fire, pieces of his skin are charred and falling off, he coughs up smoke."My god dad what happen?" Sharon runs toward him.He holds up a hand."Incendiary rounds low. I stood and walked to the front door. I had a Beretta pistol in each hand and I was not happy. I threw open the door and there he was. Fred Baxter.He was holding a sawed-off shotgun in his left hand. It all came back then. His right arm probably didn’t work very well. He was pulling the gun up at me and said, plain as day, “Asshole, she’s supposed to take her mother’s place. I told you that.” As the shotgun was coming up, my pistols, too, were on the way up when two shots were fired. The first.