Piss on mine, and I’ll piss on yours.” Dad spit out some more Skoal juice. I started my stream with some effort. I was still half hard so I had to...hold my cock down. I pointed my one-eyed monster at my father’s boots and let go a hard stream of hot fresh piss. “That’s it. Get ‘em real wet, son.” We continued to piss on each other’s boots until we were empty. We both stuffed our cocks back in our jeans and got back in the truck with our wet urine-soaked cowboy boots. I turned over the big Ford. .. and win. Dexter knew he wasn’t going to fix the absurdities of the legal system all by himself.Concerning the email death-threats, he described the incredulity he felt when initially reading them. His first reaction was to assume that they couldn’t be real. He began to fear for his life, when it became obvious that one man was very serious about killing him. He described how he had fled town, after having evidence that his assailant was stalking him. He didn’t say where he had gone, despite. He was led to the bedroom where she gave himthe bottom half of one of her bikinis."Take your clothes off and put this on," she ordered him.He slowly obeyed her, not just through reluctance, he was still in shockafter the pain he had suffered. Eventually he stood in front of her,blushing with the shame of what he looked like already and she wasn'thalf done, sitting him down at her vanity, she started to put make up onhis face. Using mauve eye shadow and the reddest of red lipsticks, itwasn't. "What?" said Emilee tightly."We had a deal, Em, said a calm voice. "Do you remember our deal?"Renee could practically see the woman rolling her eyes."Yes, I remember the goddamn deal, Claude." The fierceness in her voice was gone. She almost sounded sullen. "I was- I was scaring her, alright? Look. She's just fine."She wasn't just 'scaring' me, Renee tried to say. The thoughts came shakily into focus. She was going to do it. She was going to do to me, what she did to Katie."While she does look.