I whispered to her, "Show your son that cunt slut."... at the word 'slut' she moaned out loud and pulled the crotch aside and showed me her cunt for t...e first time. There was a big patch of hair above and, hair on both lips of her swollen pussy. She slipped one then two fingers in her hairy cunt, "Does my little boy like to see mommy fucking her pussy?"She was still trying to assert some control over the situation, but she and I both knew who was in charge and I said, "Yes my slut fuck that. It wouldn't be just one drug gang shooting another drug gang, if you testify. Give it some thought. Call me about your pistol in a week or so." Then the message just ended.I needed nowhere near the full hour to send messages. Once I had finished, I just sat with my back to one of the trees on my camp space. That's why I liked the primitive or tent spaces. They hadn't been scraped flat for a trailer or bus to pull through. I sat on the ground in my jeans with so much dirt ground into them that. The wound in his right thigh was the only serious one. The bullet had gone in the outer meat and came out below his buttocks. The wound on his left thigh was a furrow, but was not deep enough to cause too much concern. The wound on his right hip was shallow as well, and was already clotted. His shoulder had bled a little, but was more of a burn than a wound. All in all, he had escaped relatively unscathed. He dressed each wound from his field pack and laid back against the bank to rest. He had. ******************** John was at his desk one late afternoon when he looked up and saw Irene standing in the doorway. ‘Julia’s not at her desk, so I barged in,’ she smiled at him. ‘Always good to see you, Renee. Just a social visit?’ he queried ‘Yeah, I was walking by your building and thought I’d drop in to see how you were doing. I’m through for the day and wondered if you could tear yourself away for a cup of coffee. C’mon, Johnny, keep me company.’ John chuckled, ‘Okay, Irene. I’ll leave a.