“Two days after I get the payment for the ring and the finger. I will need it to supply myself,” I answered, reminding him of the debt for the sup...osed death of his former intended.“You will have the money shortly. Tomorrow we will celebrate,” he answered enthusiastically. His reaction reminded me about how so many cons in the modern world are based on the greed of the person being conned.Within the hour, I received my money--nearly twenty pounds of gold and silver coins. “When this is done I. ” Smack, another slap, her cheek glowing red. “Yes what?” I asked demandingly. “Yes miss,” she squealed, “I like… I like getting fucked like this… in my ass…”I grinned. “So your cunt IS worthless, and you agree you just deserve getting taken in your asshole?” I asked provocatively. She bucked as Triss arched his hips up, thrusting in deep. “Aaaah, I… I…” she stammered. I raised my eyebrows.. She was wearing a short black skirt, and a spaghetti top.I walked up to her and introduced my self. She told she’s Nancy, and I said I’m Chris. We had an easy conversation, I told a few jokes, she laughed, and then I asked her if we could have dinner the next day. She agreed and suggested that I came over to her place and that she would cook. I agreed and told her I was looking forward to her cooking. She gave me her number and address and said I should call before coming.The next day I went. An overtired semi driver had fallen asleep and crossed the median, sidewiping Cara's car. Ben had swerved hard to make it only that bad as otherwise it would have been head-on and they wouldn't have stood any chance as the semi would have crushed their small SUV like a empty beer can at a frat party. As it was, Ben and Beth had been killed almost instantly, with Cara miraculously only bruised and battered but in a case of complete mental shutdown from the shock. Heartbreakingly, it seemed.