I had gotten away with it. Oh now, Ive finished! I exploded. We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone. When I turned round Claire was almost dress...d. I guess you have gotta home to your mommy said Claire sarcastically. I took this comment the wrong way. No! &hellip, Well, I do have to go home, but I am a man, I can make my own decisions! I roared. Oh yeah? I dont know Chris&hellip, she muttered unconvincingly. Look Claire, tonight didnt happen by mistake&hellip, I know that it hasnt. Next, I’m in a firefight, and people are getting torn up around me, and dying, and ... and ... and I hate myself.”“Hate yourself? Why?” That was a powerful statement, and one he figured the boy would have dismissed in the past as cliché. Of course, nothing was a cliché when it was happening to you.“Because I didn’t shoot that damn woman when I had the chance. Like a fucking idiot, I let Athalia make me hesitate. And ... and the expression on Angela’s face, it was like ... like ... like I’d be. Displeased, he removed his hand, and with deliberate intent, spanked her pussy lips. "Ow, fuck!," she exclaimed. "Fuck, that really hurt." He brought his hand down again on her box."I told you, I'm going to violate you tonight," he hissed from the darkness. "This, right here," he said, rubbing his hands over her mouth. "This too," he said, massaging her sore pussy. "And even this," he concluded, pressing the tip of his finger against her puckered asshole. "Then, once I've done all that, I'm. A pinging sound was heard, a round hole appeared in the drivers forehead and he slumped forward.Jonas and his men were going wild when off to the side loomed a monster truck.( for you who have followed this story all the way.. Earlier some readers question my motives for delaying the reason for the ticket they also was upset because the extensivee description of the truck. Well.....)Jonas looked out the window but all he could see was Rail road rails that formed the bumper of my truck as it.