I don't think I could ever properly thank him for saying what he said. It meant the world. Because he's right. I am loyal. Sometimes I forget that."Br...den, what is this big thing with carrying me?" I don't know. I just like it." He smoothly opened the car door and deposited me inside."You are crazy," I said when he got into the passenger's seat."Only when you're around, strangely enough." Yeah, yeah. We do need to stop at my house. I need to check in with Daddy. Plus, I need suntan lotion. If. My only real solution is to get into the car because there is a/c. I would prefer not to bust a window, but I will if I get much sicker. I remembered that my wife often carries a multi-tool. So I called and asked if she had it. If she did I could make more precise bends in my piece of wire and be able to jimmy the door. She said she didn’t but her mom had shown up and had a tool box in her trunk and we could use those.A moment later, my wife called and she said they found some Fire Dept. men. She was carrying a glass of wine in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other. After positioning a lounger so that it faced the afternoon sun she slipped out of her robe. My dick instantly stirred in my shorts. She was darkly tanned and wearing a small, black bikini and she had an amazing body. From her dark sunglasses, down a long slender neck, smooth shoulders, tits bursting to get out of their top, a slightly potty belly, bottoms so low on the hip that she had to be pube-less, long,. 'They are gone Sebbun, both of them. I can't bring them back, but I can make their murders pay. Not one of them will live, I swear it!' Sebbun's thoughts were filled with his pain and anger, so internalized, so powerful. At this distance he could almost picture killing the man he had seen in Johnny's mind, the man who responsible for all those deaths. His fingers clamped on the man's throat, and squeezing the life out of him as he watched the man struggled to breath.'I'm sorry Chenosh, but do.