With the Good Ol' Boys club in Law Enforcement here, Sheriff Barton and the DA would be very reluctant to prosecute Golden Boy unless he actually kill...d her. He would get away with the years of abuse that Cyn had suffered. However, I now had dirt on the Sheriff that he had not only known about the affair, but had enabled it by keeping me On The Job so they could fuck like bunnies for two fuckin' months."Sweetheart, listen to me. I'm POL Certified in this entire state. Tomorrow, I'm going to. Believe me, I am really, really glad that didn't happen. I would never have forgiven you if you'd gotten yourself killed because of that, that..." a vile enough description failed him so he tapered off. It was enough to make me feel slightly better though and I managed to crack a weak, tentative smile at the old joke."That's my girl! Now come on, let's take a look at the new you. We combined your healing with your modifications. Half the reason you were here so long was the extent of the. I listened closely to her light footsteps as she came up the stairs. Normally she comes right into my room to check on me, but I had a feeling that, walking past her room as I did earlier, she might realize the mess and go straight to making it. Sure enough I heard my mother turn off into her room and drop her purse on the nightstand. I couldn't help myself and closed my eyes tightly, hoping not being able to see may give me more strength but knowing it wouldn't. I sat there for about 10. Joy re-cuffed me to the device I was bound to before with my hands over my head. Christine sat on my chest with a resounding thud. It knocked the wind out of me. Just as I was gasping for air she laced her fingers into my hair on the back of my head and slammed her strap on deep as she could get it into my throat.My eyes watered as she mocked me saying, "I've had better." Joy put my legs up in the air over her shoulders and with no regard to the pain I was in from the last fucking pressed her.