Everyone needed their revenge. Too bad no one was going to get it. They already had killed him. His body was already in the ground. It didn’t matter...anymore. Who ever was going to take the blame would be innocent. They would never get the one who killed the black jogger. The gun would never be found. It would be solved, but they sent the wrong man to the chair. He would die. He was innocent. It didn’t matter. The community had their revenge. They had their blood. They didn’t care who it was.. He was still admiring her boobs. Soon, she took off her skirt and was in red panties. She looked a lot like a porn star when she stood with just a red panties.K: What? You are going to just stand there and stare at me or you gonna fuck me?R: Of course I need to fuck you.K: What are you waiting for?R: Nothing. I am sure that I will have a good time tomorrow.K: Oh, You will have better.R: What do you mean?Without answering the question, she took off her panties. His eyes got stuck to her wet. The old trailer home was rented out. When Danielle asked him about paying rent, he told her to forget it. By then she had figured out that he had assets somewhere, the new Ford pickup he handed them the keys to showed that fairly clearly. The dealership he had driven nearly 600 miles to, to purchase the vehicle was also quite happy with cash. A truck arrived one morning and unloaded and left, simple as that. Life was good, relaxed. He had Jeanie, their home together which was not fancy at all.. She chatted briefly about work before offering to take her to Chloe and the others. The closer they got, the more uneasy Lisa felt. Something was not right.When they finally turned the corner, Lisa felt as if she had been punched in the gut. There was her daughter, surrounded by young boys, being defiled in the worst way. Since the other two girls had grown bored and left minutes before, Chloe was the only girl there.Her blonde hair was a mess. Make-up smeared her flushed cheeks as she tried to.