Juliana reachedinto my panties and began to stroke my now hard rod as I almost buckledin excitement.Juliana stepped next to me, smiled and slowly poke... her tongue out of hermouth and reached the top of her lips. She pulled my lips towards herbeckoning tongue and gave me a large kiss, saying that she had wantedDebbie for some time to come alive, and now it was coming true. "Debbie,I knew you would make a very sexy woman. I always wanted to have you wearmy clothes and be my lover. You will make a. The one on Caroline I returned to the pouch. I did not want or need to read any of the little details of what they had done to her.There were two pouches connected to the Johnson farm. I opened the one labeled Randolph Johnson first. I flipped by all the autopsy photos, and there were plenty. They had removed 24 bullets from Randolph's body. I remembered that he was the bastard with the axe raised above Caroline's head.The next section peaked my interest. It was the ballistics report. There was. He was certain of it. Just then he snapped back to reality as a Bruce Willis impersonator informed him that he had "Mail Motherfucker!". Jerry was on to it like a 16 year old girl with a Harry Potter vibrating broomstick. He opened and began to read: "New York? Well you are a lucky boy, it seems we could be neighbours. I'm getting wet right now just thinking about what my Bob could do to his naughty little Mindy. Now where was I? Ah yes, I believe I have promised to do what it takes to. " Oliver grinned lewdly at the animal whip in Myrna's hand. 'Evidently, you'll just have to start whipping the girl into shape earlier than you thought."Oliver Oates, short, squat and blond, chuckled like a greedy fat child after three candy bars.He was a punster when he could be but most often Myrna's whip cut his wit off short. She glared at him now."This is no time for bad jokes, Oliver Oates." She reprimanded the fat little man and the chuckle disappeared. "We're going to have trouble with.