As they parted, she whispered, “Ready for your due reward?”With a slight gasp, he replied, “Oh, hell yes…”Gabby stood from the sofa, smiling...the entire time. Reaching behind the armrest of the sofa, she pulled out a dark blue sleeping bag and began to spread it out on the thick rug in front of the fire.“It’s a tradition,” she explained, seeing the look of confusion on Ken’s face. “When I was a little girl, I swore I’d catch Santa in the act by sleeping next to the tree. He’d never be able to. The original judge denied it but we filed again to the next level. In October of last year an appellate court threw out the rape conviction and the murder charge went with it because without a predicate felony it wouldn’t stand up.“In December I was appointed a new attorney by the appellate court. My original attorney bailed when the money ran out. My new attorney really started the ball rolling. By March we found out who the father of the boy who died was. The appellate court ate that right up. Both chose the largest cut.Beth's eyes widened when the waitress placed a half pound hamburger, a mountain of fries with two bowls of creamy cole slaw before Erin. Beth only had the chef's salad without the diced ham. She wanted a triple serving of mushrooms instead. The men had their huge charcoal broiled steaks. All three cringed as Erin poured much sugar into her iced tea without lemon. She liked lemonade but not the lemon wedges themselves. The girls chatted while the men talked about their. When he saw I was awake he puld hair fell intorl!" he hissed."You every been cornholed? Ever been sodomized? Fucked up your shitter!?" he panted evilly. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to close it for a month!!" NO! Please don't Daddy! Don't! Oh God!" I struggled against him, my fingers clawing for his face.Suddenly the door opened and my Mother walked in. We all stared at each other open mouthed for several seconds, then my father smiled. He shoved my arms up above my head and.