"How's it going, Jack?" the voice in the phone said. Jack realized it was Don Kutzley he was talking to."Pretty good," he said. "Plant's running smoot..., right now." You got a few minutes so we can go someplace and talk?" Sure, Gary's here, he can keep an eye on things," Jack said. "I'll be right up." Not here," Don said. "Let's go someplace. I'll come down and pick you up." Whatever you say, Chief," Jack said, wondering what was up. "I'll be here."A few minutes later, Musgrave was standing. My god these were some horny neighbors we had, I had no idea from meeting her that Michelle could be such a submissive slut either!This time I got to watch both Bob and Michelle scan the back window to see if anyone was watching. Not likely, neighbors on either side have a privacy fence and their own garage covers the back behind their laundry room. So I figured they were up to something by the way they both looked. Then Bob turned to his wife and she just looked down. They were talking but I. Yes, the bullet had hit her thigh bone, and it was in very bad shape! Finally, I had done what I could, and sewed her back up. I cleaned and bandaged her thigh, and I wondered what I should do next.Jane was naked from the waist down, so I pulled a sheet up over her and cleaned up while I waited for her to recover. With no suitable antibiotics available, I was scared to death of gangrene or some similar infection showing up. When she came to from the chloroform, I gave her a shot of morphine.. Not bothering to cover myself (because, really, what was the point now?), my eyes began darting all over the room. Why dont I own a vase?! Thats what they always happen to have as a handy make-shift weapon in the movies! Fear began to set in as I realized that I was most likely fucked, in more ways than one. This guy wasnt here to borrow some milk. He was only a few feet away and was still making the soft Shh sound. I whimpered. From this distance, I could see that his mouth was curving into a.