Shall we get these guys back to the house?" Well, that might be a problem, Aaron. I'm not sure I can make it that far." Jimmy turned the flashlight on...himself illuminating a bullet hole in his t-shirt just below his collarbone."Oh shit, Jimmy, let me look at that!" I took the light and pulled the collar away to see the entry wound. There was a neat hole about an inch below the bone. When I lifted his shirt in the back, I found an exit wound near the top oh his shoulder blade that wasn't nearly. You could hear her sucking and savoring the rum and coke.Greg now had the glass and was dousing his dick in the rum and coke. Her attention followed the booze and her knees took her on around the boat. We passed the glass back to Robert who was grinning, his dick hard, watching the drunken whore suck off his friends. He whistled at her like a dog, “Hey baby, your drink is over here,” as he poured more over his dick. Chelsea got up to walk over to him. I mentioned to her she was the only one. Rosie knew when to cut her losses. She was a smart girl, despite her situation, and knew that this was one of those times. Without Eddie knowing—or Carly for that matter—she’d saved enough money now to buy a plan ticket out of Vegas and set up a new life for her somewhere else, under a different name. A risk, but she had to take it. As she passed by the bank of televisions in the MGM Grand’s lobby, she saw the recorded footage from last night’s news. Holly Willoughby had arrived in Vegas after. ” She placed her hand on her stomach at her husband’s words and sat up, wincing as she did so. It didn’t take DeadShot long to quickly pull his clothes on and he moved to her side of the bed, helping her to stand. Cloud leaned against him, clad only in one of her satin nightgowns and shivering even in the heated room. Her arms found their way around DeadShot’s neck as he picked her up and carried her from the room they shared. “It’ll be okay…” DeadShot grabbed his trench coat and threw it.