That may come from it." The voice flows likesyrup through the earpiece. Its haughty, sophisticated accent teasesthe possibility of working with some...rich prep-school, drop-out brat. Ieye the gun on the table again. There's another way out, I say tomyself. Maybe it's the dire straits my life has led to, but at themoment I need a break. I need some bone thrown my way, and if somespoiled brat is a means to that end then so be it. I can always bringthe gun if it doesn't work out. "I see. Simmons, I am sad to report." Deputy Gibson really did not look sad at all about telling me this. Then he continued."He had only had two drinks yesterday evening, in the company of your wife, I might add. They both seemed agitated, according to the bartender. They finished their drinks, and then he walked out to his car in the parking lot just a few minutes after she had left on her own."An eyewitness in the parking lot says that a man wearing a black ski mask, and wielding what looked like a. ”Heather looked me into the eyes, and I felt distant, drugged by the continual pounding of cock into my ass and pussy. Dagoth’s cum dripped down my holes, soaking the floors below me, the slippery substance driving me more cock crazy. Heather could have asked me to do anything, and I would have. Several times I had already peed as the creature fucked me. Shameless and desperate to do anything I would have gladly drank from the growing puddle of piss and cum beneath me just for the right touch.. " I was fourteen, a drunken man tried to rob my mother of her pension check. I stabbed him with a sharp broom handle. I doubt anyone would have even bothered about it, if I had not stabbed him over twenty times. I was tired of being threatened, and I was tired of my mother being abused. It all ended that night.I learned that being willing to kill, wins one as much respect as actually doing the deed. People knew that I could kill, so they found others to torment." He said smiling at me yet.