2..."Brandon slapped his hands over his eyes and braced himself.------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Oi! Get...out of the bloody road!"Brandon pulled his hands away, just in time to see a carriage and apair of horses bearing down on him.His heart jumped straight into his throat. He ran to his right, whilethe driver - a burly man dressed in a thick black coat - pulled thehorses to the left. The two missed each other by a few inches.Brandon's body smacked. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. ***** Part 4 – The Crime Scene I arrived at the River Valley Country Club at 9:15pm, Oct. 30th. Sr. Patrolman Rudistan stopped me at the entrance to the parking lot. ‘Can I see your badge, young officer?’. They are making out heavily. I don’t feel jealous yet. My husband does not waste anytime and takes her shorts and then her panties off. And then he pulls out his cock. She smiles and says wow. I know that means WOW good. Because my husband is big.I have a rush of excitement run through me. Its all going so quickly. And then Crystal is bent over the couch. And then my husband starts fucking her, right there. In front of me. He starts banging her doggie style. Seeing my husband penetrate her made. Even though owning seventy-five percent of the studio gave me veto rights over the project, I had no intention of George’s instincts on the idea, because it was exactly why I bought the studio. We needed to raise the studio’s image and increase our visibility outside of just the cable market. “Caring for Christmas,” had the potential to do all of that as long as George could snag a big enough name to carry the marquee. I was often assured that he was working on that all day, every day. Abby.