" Sure as hell do." And I need one more thing." Jesus, Taylor, do you ever stop asking for favors." Eventually. I pulled a piece off one of the Russia...s, but I don't want to walk around with a hot gun on me when I go meet the feds." You need a weapon?" No, I have a gun, but I need some ammo. I prefer to make as few stops as possible while I have Renata with me." Yeah, I can fix you up." Thanks, Albert. I swear that's the last favor I need." Yeah, yeah. Come on, let me get you the keys and what. “You like the idea of getting kidnapped and raped by big brother don’t you, you little slut?” now she starts to ball out crying snot nosed and everything so I decided to see if I can get those muffled sobs to stop some and pull out a knife out of my duffel bag. “Shut up you little cunt or I cut you and if you’re really bad ill slit your throat!” now I’m not a monster or anything and I wouldn’t really slit my own little sisters throat or anything but I doubt she knows that =D. After the. Her breasts were pale, nice sized, obviously milk-laden. "Your son Marty hit my daughter Annie and gave her a black eye."She pushed back the screen and gestured me in, past an entry table. "You met my only son. The other three are girls. Marty is spelt with an 'i'." She walked into their living room and motioned to a family portrait on the piano. Her and her husband, a burly brute I'd prefer never to meet, a red haired young lady, the young boy and two babies, dressed in green, not traditional. Remember, you beat me to getting Reg to fuck you, while I was still worrying about it.”Freda just smiled. “Why don’t we let Prudence tell us what she wants to tell us. I can see she is desperate to say something more.”Frances looked at Prudence. “Really? Well, what DID you have to tell us, dear?”Prudence took a quick look at all their faces, then burst out, “Fiona was not telling us the truth!”This caused a few eyebrows to be raised, but no-one said anything while waiting for evidence to.