I figured the odds at about the same as me running into town for breakfast.I went back to the tiny house and tried to settle in. I managed to get a fi...e going it was painful but I managed it. Being in the field as a air force policemen helped with those basic camping skills. Now and then we built a real fire at one of the guard posts. Probably wasn't a good idea but we did it anyway. So the fire in the bucket stove was doable for me. The fire made the tiny house survivable. I would hardly call. "When Paul charged into the room, I saw you jump over the railing. You knew he was coming for me and you went to stop him, just like I think I always knew you would. Then Desmond pulled me behind him to shield me. He knew Paul had come to kill me, too. He knew it. He could have stepped away from me and left me to my fate. I saw the bullet hit him, Ben. I heard the explosion and I saw it hit him. He jerked like a puppet and then just fell backward. There was so much blood. It was just pumping. That's your money, better let it lay there till I finish with you..." I looked at him and started to kick my shoes off. I slipped my jacket off and laid it on the chair. I started to remove my jeans and shirts soon I had nothing on but my socks. He turned looked at the bed and begin to remove his clothes. I stood and pulled the bed covers off and laid on the bed. I picked up the television remote and turned it on as he came near the bed. A frown crossed his face as he saw the television flicker. He pulled out of her, and again without a word, got dressed. He removed the elastic cord. She heard the front door close as he left the house.She just lay there, the welts burning on her thighs, the juices from their combined cum running from her cunt, pooling on the sheets. She was like that for fifteen minutes when she heard the front door close again.This man was older, but she had never seen him before either. He let her stretch her limbs, then put her on her hands and knees. He brought a.