I took more time than I might normally have taken, because I did not want to kill this bastard before I'd had a little time to express my opinion of w...at he had done. Finally, I had stalled long enough, and felt that it was time to shoot. The bullet must have hit him square in the hip joint from the way his leg seemed to melt from under him. Once he was down, I put a bullet into his right arm just below the shoulder. That was not exactly where I was aiming, but the result was plenty good. After the girls had cleaned themselves up, they decided that revenge was to be sweet justice. The boys who had by this time put on their shorts and t-shirts were told to strip. We were then informed that the girls weren't quite satisfied and demanded attention. The boys were led to the living room floor, naked, blindfolded with their hands tied in front of them and told to lay on their backs. The girls were going to sit on each of the boys' faces and the best one at eating pussy would be. "How's that?" she asked as she adjusted her bra. "Lady, dose are da best tips I ever got!" He must have been in New York a long time. His accent was pure Brooklyn, not Pakistani. He looked at me. "Keep da money, mister," he said. "Dis ride was on da house!" he rolled his eyes skyward. "God is great," he said as he put the cab in gear and pulled away. I handed her purse back. "I thought you wanted me to make you do things," I said. "You seem to be having a lot of fun on your own."She shrugged,. .”“In Tripolis you’d be well trained to it ere now,” Herotis murmured, moaning his own pleasure now that he was well-saddled on the lad and had settled into a steady stroke. “Backward Kozanians,” he added, “leaving sweet meat like you to later.” When the bound captives from the successful battle in the north against the recalcitrant Greek State, Kozani, had been brought to the commanding general of the southern Greek state of Tripolis, the small, handsome, blond boy had stood out as desirable..