" A gunshot rang out as they put the nag with the broken limbs out of its misery and pain. Sal Carbone - button man for Richie Bettino pulled his suit...aside to reveal a shoulder holstered forty-five. I let out a world weary sigh and my shoulders slumped. If I ran, the next thing getting shot would be me. "Let's go see der boss, Micky," smiled Carbone, putting a massive hand on my shoulder. "I always liked you Mick, so if he says you gotta go away, I'll do it real quick and clean." "Gee, thanks,. That duty was brutal. It was ten degrees hotter up there than in the barn and it was plenty hot in the barn. And it was dirty and dusty. We wore face masks up there and that made us sweat even more. I worked up there with Liz, Rhonda, Lexi, and Judy Thursday afternoon. I stripped off my shirt when I climbed up to clean a bird's nest out of the rafters. When I came down, all four girls were also topless."We thought you'd never take your shirt off," Rhonda said. "It's so hot!" But we've got...". His finger slipped out of her asshole, and she only dimly remembered when he had put it in there. She was heavy upon him, and that worried her, so she carefully lifted off his quickly softening prick and dropped bonelessly to one side, her arm across his belly.When she could talk again, she said, "That was wonderful, Bill. That was freaky and crazy and thrilling, and I adored every voluptuous second of it. How about you?" Terrific," he sighed. "Who would ever have believed that I could get my. Except--by my third drink, at which point I remembered that Cindy wasn't a Scotch drinker and I switched to wine--I was struck by an intense, powerful certainty.Somebody was watching me again. Somebody was following meAfter a forcefully relaxed sip of my wine I pulled a compact from my purse. As I powdered my nose, so to speak, I used the mirror to covertly look over my shoulder. Nothing. More paranoia? As if going out in public dressed like a girl wasn't enough to make me a bit twitchy. I.