"I should go down and get that saw you were going to use on me and cut off your schlong. You miserable excuse of a man."I found my phone and called th... cops telling them briefly what had gone down. Within minutes squad cars started arriving, and the grizzled lieutenant I had met last night was examining the scene and the basement.We were escorted to the station by a squad car and gave statements as to what had occurred. I gave the lieutenant the film I had taken of Molly getting into the car,. In my.(swallow).ass did the trick". "Don't worry about it, honey. It's not even half past twelve. We've got allnight and all weekend, and we've got a long way to go before we've coveredall bases".After her last word she slid her fingers from my asshole and stuck them inher mouth. Wantonly and sucked and licked the ass juice from her fingers.She came lying next to me and lit a cigarette."So now you know what it's like. What it's like to actually experience whatyou write in your stories. How did. Not that I'd ever had a choice in the matter. This stemmed from the mysterious and persistent legacy of the Beatles' Invasion of the American music scene almost thirty years earlier. Whatever magic sparkle the lovable mop-tops possessed, Americans were convinced that it had brushed off on all and every one of their compatriots even if, by the 1990s, only Oasis played music that remotely resembled Mersey Beat. While my musical reference points were West Coast America and Detroit, Americans. ”“How do they do it?” Gus asked.“Sorry, guys. I can’t tell you. I could but then I would have to process you.”“No jokes, guy,” Tim answered.“No joke. The bosses’ old lady will slit your throat quicker then you can say shit and then I can clean you out and send you back in a package.”“Smart ass,” Gus said with a smile. Looking around, he said, “So, the broads are the cutters, eh? And it’s legal?”“Not all. Just two. Shop steward says so, and so do I. This place is nice and calm and quiet. The pay.