I started to feel a bit wobbly and said, "I need to sit down for a bit."Ellen helped steady me while Nancy and Sally went for my chair. Nancy won and ...ushed it over behind me and Ellen helped me sit down. "Been doing a bit too much, I think. Why don't you girls take me to my room so I can lie down for a bit?"Ellen grabbed one handle of my chair, and Nancy grabbed the other and they both pushed me into my room. I had them take me over to the recliner since I didn't want to go to bed before we. My hands went up to my head and I sucked in one great lungful of fresh, cool sea air after another.“Mother Fucker!” I screamed again. “Mother fucking fucker! What the fucking fuck!” I was jumping around by now, tugging at my hair, kicking the ground.“My car! Look at my fucking car! It’s fucking trashed!” I don’t know who I was talking to. And, looking back, the damage wasn’t that bad. But still... “Fucking ... Fuck!”I went to the small rickety wooden fence on the grass verge and looked out at. "Now, smile Christi," Mommy focused the lens on the girl's lachrymose face, "and say something for the camera." Oh-oh-okay," Christi sniffled. She swallowed hard and showed her sparkling white teeth. "Hi, everybody, Christi the Torture Mouse here. This is my first time with Daddy-Master. He's hung me by my wrists and pierced my nip-nip-ples and they fe-fe-feel like they're gonna tear off," she grimaced as Daddy grabbed her breasts from below and squeezed hard with a milking motion. "And. .." Let me call Reynolds. He's the assistant DA we've been working with," said Johnson. "I'll see if we can just get a statement here and let it slide." What am I doing here?" asked Dre with a chuckle."What about the pistol?" asked Johnson."L lent hers to me. I just got a permit to carry. I have a gun of my own at my office, but wanted one at my apartment." ... for Margie."Joe shrugged. "We figured the hitman would watch us, so Margie couldn't be seen training on fire arms. We showed her what.