"Ms. Dwyer, I trust you're up to speed on the specifics of this case. You are not a party to the proceeding so I will not stop to fill you in as we go... Is that clear?" I'm good, Your Honor," Valerie declared. The glance the court reporter gave me told me that even she knew it to be a patently false statement."Very well," Castille said. "I have severe issues with the Wells case. I want everyone to be completely candid with me. I'll not ask about strategy and I'll reference only what is already. So now I want to put my sister Sophie into your arms. Don't be so profuse with your thanks, I have got my own object in this as well as obliging you. I will tell you at once what it is because, between you and me, my darling Harry, there must be no reserve, but the most open and fullest confidence. Well, then, I know both you and Fred would naturally want to renew the delicious proceedings of last night, and so should I too, but that I have taken a momentary caprice for Mamma's dear, handsome. You spit in my face, adding to the urine, tears and snot smeared across my pig face. I know I look hideous and used, but I can't hide my face. It's still firmly in place, looking up at You.I nearly jump out of my skin when the doorbell rings unexpectedly. He laughs and says, "did I forget to mention my boys are coming over to watch the game?" You lead me backwards to the front door, and when You open the door, You greet Your beer laden boys naked but for Your new urine stained, facefuck belt. He motioned Art forward and said, "Art, I need you to have The Vice President come to the Oval office, please. After that, we'll need about thirty minutes undisturbed, thank you." Yes, Mr. President and thank you, Sir," Art replied as he watched the firm stride of his boss headed for his office. Flipping open his cell, Art made the call and ten minutes later there was a knock on the Oval office door."Come on in Al," The President called out. "Have a seat, because we've got things to discuss and.