"Well done!" exclaimed Vito praising Louie.Addressing David he spoke in quite a pleasant voice, "I thought it best to give you a demonstration of what...will happen if you lie to me, before you say anything. Now what are all these photo's about?"David slowly rolled over and brought his knees up under his body. The ringing in his head had begun to dissipate. He could taste blood, and his couldn't see out of his left eye. Holding onto the chair he lifted himself up. Again using the chair he stood,. Whatever the true numbers, we were busy.Late in the morning I got a message to ring DS Waters and went out for aquick break."Hi Sarge, what is the problem?" You were right to be worried. We have another murder victim. This time,it looks as though a hammer has been used. We found the flat belonging toJenny Wren, also known as Thomas Wren. She had been murdered on Saturday,probably late afternoon, early evening. She had the same carving but inher back this time. Jenny Wren looked as though she. As was now my habit, I cooled my beer an' leaned back in my chair ta enjoy it. I didn't git a mug ta go along with my beer, soz I was drinkin' it from the bottle. I raised it ta take a swig when a bullet shattered the glass, an' I heard a voice in my head, "Ya Son of a Bitch, ya ain't so powerful as ya thought ya was!"I didn't know what ta think, but that didn't keep me from divin' under the table an' scannin' around tryin' ta git a fix on the source of the voice. Shit, a whole flock of. I only needed a couple fingers to keep what was left encased. As she got harder, though, more and more slipped out until I was using both hands. I twined my tongue around her, licking, and sucking with my whole mouth. I bobbed up and down, synchronizing hands and lips in an insistent rhythm. Sira groaned and opened her eyes, thrusting her hips up as I pulled back, desperate for the fever-hot tunnel I was making. I closed my eyes and pushed down, taking more of her in my mouth than I thought I.