"Is the defense ready?" The defense is ready," said Matthew."Any motions before we begin?" asked Gunderson.No one said anything."Opening statements," ...aid the judge, and leaned back.Roger stood, looked through some papers on his desk one last time, and strolled over to lay one hand on the rail that separated him from the twelve people he was quite sure would side with him by the end of the day."Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you are here to hear evidence that will prove, beyond a shadow of a. "You will do more than try it, Karen, you will take all twelve inches of it till your ass is stretched out and sore. And you will love it!" I commanded her, loving the feeling of being in control. Gina came back with the dildo, and I told her to go get my vibrator from the nightstand. She did as I said, and she reached into the drawer and pulled out a small black vibrator. "No, keep looking, I have a bigger one," I said. Gina rummaged through the drawer and came out with a long flesh colored. His blood was matting his coat, making the black fur even darker as it coagulated. He whimpered and fainted.The eastern sky was already showing first light when Jack woke. Groggily, he looked around and found that he was lying on a wooden cot in a shack or shed. There was very little furniture, just a table and a chair. In the corner of the room stood a packing case up turned with a two-ring gas cooker.He noticed the lightened sky through the grimy window and immediately tried to rise. The pain. “Autumn!” Dad would yell when he and Paul would get home from work, “get your ass down here and bring us a beer!” I was the afternoon waitress in our living room since the age of five. Mom would be at work, or making dinner in the kitchen, and I would rush to the refrigerator to grab two cans of beer for them. The time I tripped while hurrying over to them, dropping and shaking up the beers, was the first time I remember Paul seeing me get hit. “Get your stupid ass up, and get over here!”.