There are thirty-five more witnesses who will say that she was and testify that they saw her dying on that cross all day long. Of course, the testimon... is highly repetitive."With a deprecating little smile he asked, "It may be presumptuous of me, but may I ask the Court if it needs to hear any additional witnesses testify to the pattern of prisoner abuse?"Adams looked at his colleagues on the court. All were senior officers with extensive combat experience. All looked ill. Every officer shook. Then she saw Alec Austin, her husband.He stood at the center of a group of male guests and their female entertainment, wearing a tuxedo. A black kind of bathing cap covered his skull and ears, emphasizing the paleness of his narrow face. His shirt's collar seemed too wide for his neck, while the sleeves of the jacket were too long. He looked like a teenager in the tux of his father. He also looked completely ill at ease. The men talked to him, slapping his back or punching his arm while they. A man and woman sat amidst a sea of computer equipment to make this wizardry happen. A third screen was set up at the opposite end of the room. A man wearing glasses seemed to peer out of it into the room while he fiddled with papers on a table in front of him. Another woman stood ready to operate what looked like a full-fledged movie studio camera. Four people were seated at the conference table on one side. There was only one chair on the other side of the table.Slaymaker ushered Claire to. ‘My god’ he uttered, ‘How old did you say you were?’ and as I looked at him he was just staring at my upper thigh and amply exposed buttock, yes it was also visibly obvious I was not waring panties. ‘Are you complaning,’ I challenged? ‘Fuck no’ baby he said, ‘Lets see that little pussy you have up there’ I looked over at my aunties prone body, deeply sl**ping and oblivious, I stood up and eased the dress over my hips, turned and walked over to face him, shaved and exposed, I thrust my hips.