Hell! He's all yours, I don't want anything to do with your old cunt." I got up without fucking her and put my cock back in my pants. I told her I wou...dn't be home for two days. Whatever of her stuff she didn't take out of the house by then would be thrown out.I left the office and went to my country home that I thought was going to be our home. It wasn't completely furnished yet. We stopped working on it when Erica said she didn't like it.The whole diabolical thing happened about a year ago.. The sacred stones had been blessed. The village was bade farewell as tradition demanded. The Mammoth Hunters could now sleep at ease confident that everything possible had been done to guard their summer home. As long as the goodness of the spirits prevailed, the village soil would welcome them back at the Spring Equinox. Every day of the southwards march was hard. Generally, progress was frustratingly slow. The travellers were weighed down with provisions. Fresh meat needed to be gathered each. Trial was set tentatively for three months from this day.Bill and Vincent posted bail. Tom was remanded to jail until his trial. The newspaper had a field day--for a week. A month later Bill was back in the news. The bank investigation had shown that Bill did indeed use the funds from an account that he controlled. In fact he was treasurer of the account and had free access to it.He was using the funds as his own personal checking account. The banking commission had caught it when he had. Around my neck I threw on a black opera cape with a gold colored silk lining. On top of my head, the coup de grace, was a black sombrero the size of a Conestoga wagon wheel, with gold lightning bolts to match my trousers. Before I put on the sombrero, I slicked my hair back with a glob of Doctor Denning’s Sassafras and Beeswax Pomade. In that get up, I made The Cisco Kid’s fancy outfits look drab.When I was ready, I tapped on the door and told Pen to announce me. I had written a little.