One Saturday night, my friends were all going out and Ihad to say no because of my tight budget. That became my breaking point. Iwalked in my bedroom ...nd kicked my closet door.Now this was one of those whole wall closets, but someone had built thisbuilding ass backwards. The opening for the closet was one big open spacefrom floor to ceiling, and ten feet wide. The doors to the closet were twofull sheets of half-inch thick particleboard, each five feet long, from thefloor to the ceiling, only. The only one I really thought about was Sergeant Hank Jenkins, the head of the TRT. “Reaper, before you make your statement, ask for a lawyer.”I looked at him and said, “What do I need a lawyer for? I didn’t do anything wrong.”“Just do yourself a favor and keep your mouth shut until the PBA lawyer shows up.” Then he was off doing something else. The drugs and the guns in the trunk, for instance, would be taken back to the evidence vault at the station in the back of the Cougar.It wasn’t just. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercy, swinging their massive blades and carving through bone and flesh with ease. They trekked through the pastures of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every time they came upon a human soul, they would scan the soul to identify whatever it was that had banished that person to Hell, and if the person received their sentence through a serious crime like rape, theft, adultery, or unjust murder,. "Fucking woman," he said and pushed me off and onto my back.He was fully awake now and rearing to go. He slipped back into me and started to fuck me quite hard, just the way I like it. My second and his first orgasms were very near now and yes once again it washed over me as I felt him jerk inside me. He rolled off me with a grunt and fell almost instantly asleep again.Well that was nice, two orgasms so early in the day. I knew that my husband had shot his bolt so to speak and I couldn't rely.