”“Quite wise.” Whatever the fuck that was.Chip waited with Adam and me until my Lyft driver pulled up. Chip placed his fingers under my chin, be...t down, and kissed me. I gave him a nanosecond of tongue, then stepped back.I smiled up innocently, gave his bulge a light thumb-and-finger squeeze, “Sweet dreams.”Pilar: “The past, the present, and the future walk into a bar.”Walker: “It was tense.”I gave Walker a ride to court on Thursday morning. I’d be testifying sometime before the lunch break. We. She had to build cases to hide her work until she was ready. She used pine boards – cheap and also mocking of the instructor who was always on her mind. Mahogany was too dark to be her, so she used her knowledge of the art of wood bleaching, leaving only her nipples carved in the original dark color. Each of the four statues stood twenty-eight inches tall, standing erect and sensuous, with arms uplifted backwards at right angles to support the top. They were an art deco dream. As she had planed. She was laying on her side facing away from him. Wearing nothing but a silky nightey. His dick jumped and grew hard as he caught a glimpse of his glistening pussy. He knew he would be able to fuck her when ever he wanted. With a smile on his face he poured some chloroform on the rag and placed it over her mouth. He waited 30 seconds and knew she wouldnt wake while he gagged her and tied her up and got her out of the house. He placed another rag in her mouth and put the bag over her head.. He could fix it all later. Car keys in hand, he turned the corner... ... and stopped dead in his tracks."Where do you think you're going, mister?" Marcy Driscol stood in the doorway, blocking his path to the Mercedes. In the glow of the emergency lights, he could see the determined look on her face and the single barreled shotgun, which was aimed squarely at his chest."Hello, Marcy. So good of you to make it." Mitch reached for the holstered 1911."Don't even think about it," she warned."We both.