Jose slapped my hand aside. ‘That was never used in an excommunication, Alan. They are public rituals, done in front of crowds. The book would be si...eable, not this tiny thing. And after all this time I’m certain it’s very fragile. I am no expert but I clearly know more about handling old books than you seem to. Allow me.’ From his pocket he took out a square of leather, and few small pieces of wood, a pair of white gloves, and tweezers. In a few moments he donned the gloves and assembled the. Chapter 12: 3:10 to Yuma My last day in San Diego started as the day before, exercise, business calls, shower, breakfast and a morning appointment. I returned to the hotel and did all my business work following up from the appointment. I called my office to tell them I would be in a car all day and would check in tomorrow morning. I packed all my bags and took them downstairs and loaded them in the van. I checked out of the hotel and then I returned to my room to make a quick change. I dressed. What he needed was some type of bottom bitch or a Madam to look after the sluts, to keep them in line and to buy the clothes and shit that sexy sluts wore.His whole plan to pimp out young white school girls was becoming a reality but now he was beginning to realize that he really knew nothing about pimping. He had one bitch who had agreed to be his whore. He also had others that he knew were close. Daisy’s friend Tricia had followed along in her friend’s footsteps. He had asked her not to tell. I tensed up and shot sperm in an arc onto the floor. Three more spurts followed. Pat kept stroking and I had to grab her wrist to stop her. “It gets too sensitive after.” I managed to tell her.There was still a dribble of sperm on the tip of my penis and she reached out to touch it causing me to jerk. She looked closely at the drop and rolled it between her fingers feeling the consistency. “This is what makes babies.” And suddenly she looked sad and I knew what she was thinking.She stood.