Both Harv and Valerie lay on the ground. Valerie had her hand to her throat, mouth moving but no sound coming out.Francine’s own voice was loud, the...terror wrenching from deep in her heart, “Valerie! No!” Sally and Francine, both wept in gasping sobs, crawling to Valerie. “Don’t you dare die on me. I can’t do this without you. You brought me back. Please Valerie, come back to me,” Francine had cried in anguish. The small lead slug was stuck in Valerie’s collar, stopping short of the lethal. “Then, no, not at this time.” She smiled at the other nuns who seemed to be enjoying my situation a little too much, I thought. “For now, just suck him off. But, be careful. When he comes, I hear it might well be a gusher. We wouldn’t want you to choke so soon on arriving.” That was followed by more giggling and chuckling.In my kneeling position, I had a clear view of the donkey’s cock partially exposed from its sheath underneath him. My mind reeled and I glanced up at the three nuns standing. "What do you mean, Freddie?" her father sounded concerned. They had gone to high school together and their families had always been close."If he were my client, there's not a chance in hell that I'd ever let him sign this thing." The lawyer shook his head and tossed his glasses on to the thick stack of paper."Why not?" Bailey asked."Young lady, do you know what the purpose of a pre-nuptial agreement is?" To keep gold diggers from cleaning someone out." There was a bit of a harsh edge in her. Of course, she could never prove such a thing, nor would she even hint at it to the super's wife, but her mind was made up. Sultan had stayed his last day in the White's apartment. She hardly knew what she was going to do with him while she job- hunted, but she had the weekend to decide on something.Unafraid with the massive German shepherd at her side, and hardly aware of the ogling and shifty pairs of eyes, the suggestive whistles, or under-the-breath propositions directed at her from passing.