A small amount of blood seeped at a spot near his navel. But the rest of the jagged line seemed pretty jake. Sweat trickled between his pecs, and Moe ...opped at the sweat and the blood with his undershirt. His breathing had settled down, but his legs were gelatin. Lily Mae returned with a rag thrown over her shoulder and a full pitcher of water. She poured the water into the bowl, dipped the rag, and then turned to Moe. “Let me clean you up.” She sat down and she got a look at Moe’s undershirt.. Aside from a few of the guys I dated since coming to the city before I met you and the people I like at my office, I really don’t have many friends here. It’s been special to me, I mean, the way we’ve become more intimate. ‘But I wanted to make sure that we’re both being honest and upfront about our status and our thoughts about the future.’ Boy, this was not what I’d expected when she said she wanted to come over. I thought: a quick intro, a little alcohol, and then my cock would be in her. A man is allowed to do absolutely anything to a worthless cum dumpster whore, and the stupid cunts aren't allowed to do absolutely anything. If they struggle, the law calls for automatic euthanasia. Obviously if the slut is not eager and happy to serve men like it was born to do, it must be malfunctional and therefore must be put down. It's not like it matters very much though. Like I said, they're all a dime a dozen.Cunts and whores are solely the property of men. Most households own a total. And then I was arraigned. And the charge wasn’t manslaughter it was second degree because the two men were unarmed. My court appointed attorney advised me to plead out. I did.It was two weeks before the court calendar had an opening even to allow me to plead. I got me ten to twenty-five. I fell into my chair sick to my stomach. Parole would be possible, if I were lucky. I was fucking sick.Weldon Yardley was the man’s name, the judge that sentenced me to forever behind bars. Well, ten to.