He hadn't got through the door good when there was a pistol shot, and a bullet buried itself in the wall beside Bob's head. Without thinking, Bob pull...d his own gun and fired. He put a bullet right between Brotmore's eyes, killing him on the spot.I went rushing to help and found Bob looking at Brotmore and shaking his head. He said to me, "I'll bet he never meant to shoot me. He was too good a shot to miss at that distance. I'll bet he wanted me to shoot him. He was a dead man, anyway, either. We drank and chatted for a while, we even smoked a bowl. When we were done smoking, he made me another drink and I told him that I had to use the bathroom. He told me to wait where I was and he left me in his kitchen for a moment. When he came back, he told me that the bathroom was the first door on the left. I walked in to find a pile of sexy lingerie on the bathroom counter. I was so drunk and stoned and horny, but I got the hint lol. After I used the bathroom, I started going through the. All was ready, but as usual the day to day boredom of life inside, the rules and regulations, guarded movements and the ever presence of the prison guards made the countdown to the exercise hour slow and stress filled. Glances at each other across rooms, nods of acknowledgement of a shared secret made the anxiety move up a notch. Hartwell and Manning eyeballed each other and tried to psych each other out, and the screws started to smell the tension running through the wing, but were unaware of. Then I asked her to do something I figured she would not. Motion for him to come and sit at your table. There was a long silence. He is coming over and is about to sit by me. Then she surprised me by turning the tables and taking control of the conversation. Do you want him to put his hand on my pussy? I said yes dear. Ok, I will let him rub my pussy. Then she text that she was placing her hand on his cock and rubbing it. He is trying to slide his finger under my panties. Do you want me to let.