My name is James Roderick Von Scourie and I had been born here sixty-three years ago, in the same house I came home to every summer, a house built on ...he foundations that my great, great, great, great, great grandfather had first put down so long ago. The present house dated from about 1875, and although it had endured many additions and modifications over the years, expensive alterations that had made the house as modern as any on the island, no one would ever mistake my house for one of those. Thom let me go down on him. My hands were shaking as I took off his shorts, pulling his underwear down. Gary joined me. We took turns sucking on Thom and kissing. We all moved to the bed. Gary got between Thom and I. They kissed and reached around Gary and played with his nipples while kissing the back of his neck. There was lots of kissing and touching. Then Thom had me back up on all fours to him standing at the edge of their bed. Gary moved in front of me on his knees. Thom rubbed my ass,. I felt like such an idiot. I had cheated on my boyfriend with his brother; of course, he was going to find out. It’s not like Randy was a bad guy; we’d been together for two years, and he never failed to make me feel special. Drew, though, was the more attractive of the two of them and I’d been pining for him for months before Randy asked me out.That special night at the Green River Festival seemed so long ago; we were just babies then, seventeen years old and ready to take on the world after. "Basically, it means that my part in this is finished. I took him to district court where there was an arraignment and pre trial examination of the evidence by the judge. He found there was probable cause to believe that John had committed the offense of conspiracy to commit first degree murder. That's a federal offense, so he was bound over to the U.S. circuit court, where a special assistant United States Attorney will take over prosecution of the offense." Does that mean he's going to jail?".