Ok, here is the ugly truth. Peter and I were out for our date night last Friday when we had to come home early because of an incident at the Bistro. P...ter needed to change his pants.”“We checked on Julie and Bobby, and they were tucked into bed and sleeping just like they should have been. We could hear John and Sharon splashing in the pool in the backyard. We went up to our room so Peter could change, and as you know, our bedroom overlooks the pool. I looked out the window to check on the kids. A change of hands, with no loss of rhythm, (much appreciated by her ladyship, when she recalled the incident in her later Memoirs) allowed him to remove it from his other arm, and throw it on the floor. Moved by the sight of his mistress's pink interior, he bobbed his head down, and allowed the tip of his tongue to trail up the slit into her pouting gap. Her ladyship mewled softly as he lapped up her juices, and explored her cavity with his nimble tongue. Suddenly, her legs trembled and her. One of our guys is dead; they've got at least one gun!" Shit!" Max yelled. "Level the fucking house. Kill the bastards! Burn 'em out! Make sure you get rid of the body out front." With pleasure." Roberto motioned for the group to exit the house. From twenty feet away, they lined up. The firing squad unleashed a hailstorm of lead. Splinters and paint flew from the house as bullets riddled the second story. No one could possibly escape the maelstrom alive. After exhausting several magazines. He changes out of his biking clothes and puts on a t-shirt and a pair of cotton gym shorts. Knowing Bill slept in late he was thinking of paying Bill an early morning breakfast visit.The sky is cloudy making the early morning twilight faint as Sam opened the door to Bill's apartment and entered using his key. The place is quiet, and Bill seems to be sleeping in late. He is never an early riser like Sam is. He carries in a bag of groceries to make Bill some breakfast. The apartment is reticent.