‘Hi guys. Who is this?’ she asked looking at my son. ‘This is my son Billy. Billy, this is Donna and Debra.’ We chatted for a few moments, I t...ld the girls Billy was 5 years old and Donna offered Billy a lollipop. It was a tootsie roll pop, my son’s favorite. He started to reach for it, but stopped, and asked me if it was alright. I said OK, but don’t eat it until after dinner. At that, Debra said ‘Dinner I’m starving. I could go for a Pizza Hut right now.’ Without missing a beat, Billy came. His dick was harder than steel pushing up against his belt. “Good lord you look delicious woman. Why don't you make this easy for both of us. You may enjoy it.” “Enjoy what? Being taken advantage of by a crooked ass cop? I think not,” Destiny said with her hands on her hips. “You a feisty one aren't you? Why you so uptight? When was the last time you been kissed? I mean a good passionate kiss. It might be the stress reliever you need.” “Have you lost your mind? Are. No, they were living in another part of England, and would not be anywhere near the area I would be visiting. Of course, they were staunch loyalists, and might have had someone with the King. Of course, they had also been involved in the Magna Carta fiasco, too, come to think of it.This was the same 'King John' who had been held prisoner by his nobles until he signed that document. Who says contracts aren't legal despite being coerced? Being held prisoner, sure seems like 'coerced', to me. Most. “Get some guys and clear out the courtroom; have the limo in the back take off like hell. Hopefully, they will think I’m in it.”I got the master key from Jim and ran up the stairs to the roof, locking the door behind me as I went through. I was trying to die as quick as I could, but the plan was shot to hell. It was a lot harder to die than I had ever imagined, or maybe easier and all too real!PART ONE – This is the good part.I was dead! In fact, this is the second time I’ve died.I know that.