Trying not to become a target, she opened the door to the car and climbed inside trying to keep low. She drove away feeling guilty about fleeing the s...ene. She pulled out her cell phone and made a call to the police that Samuel had a gun in the parking lot. She added in the fact that he was a convicted murderer out on parole.Chuck Scherl was the security guard stationed at the employee entrance to the building that evening. It was his job to make sure that anyone who entered the building. If I called round and he was out, she'd invite me in and we'd chat about nothing in particular, smoking cigs and drinking wine.Well, one of these times I went round for Chris and he was out getting pissed somewhere. She invited me in and we chatted about school, television and the usual niceties. I had a few glasses of wine, and needed to nip to the loo (toilet, for any people outside the UK ha ha).As I turned to go into the bathroom, I noticed that Sharon's bedroom door was open.She was late. She wasnt finished yet, she still had at least seven more bulbs to plant, but that could wait until tomorrow. After all, she was only 22. She had all the time in the world. Or so she thought. As Hannah was walking into her house, she tripped on the welcome mat. She ended up falling on her wrist, spraining that, and twisting her ankle. As she cried out in pain, Lorraine realized exactly what she wanted from this big-titted bitch. Hannah was crying, she was in so much pain. She knew she couldnt. “You pick, Madison,” Mother offered, displaying an uncharacteristically generous state of mind. I flashed to a mental image of a felon being allowed to personally pick the gun to be used for his own execution. With a trembling hand I reached out, fingers venturing into the box and grasping a smooth purple dildo, perhaps an inch in diameter and about five inches in length. I held up my choice with hope in my eyes. Mother laughed and I felt my misplaced optimism melt away like a spill of ice.