Our hollow-point bullets struck both men between their eyes and splattered part of their brains out the back of their heads. They were dead before the... hit the ground.“Always go for the head shot with a pistol,” we both said as the adrenaline from this encounter began to wear off. It had been one of our father’s favorite mantras.“Do you suppose they were wearing bullet proof vests?” Carry asked out of curiosity.“We can check. Also let’s collect their wallets, IDs, money, and cell phones,” I. ‘Graham, you can’t let her go – it’s a recipe for disaster. She’ll find someone–’ ‘Colette, calm down. Look, she’s not her sister, she needs this chance. If she finds someone else, that’s life, I can’t stop her taking this opportunity, now can I?’ ‘No,’ she said on reflection. ‘I suppose not, but I don’t see this ending well for you.’ ‘As I said, that’s life. Que sera, etc.’ She wandered off, subdued, leaving me to try to concentrate on my own work. While I might have sounded resigned,. "Hey, Jon. This is Rex!" Yeah?" I'm gonna do you a favor, buddy. And then you're gonna do me a favor," Rex said."What?" Well, you know when you were over here yesterday?" How the hell could I possibly forget?" Jon laughed."Well, it's all on tape." What!? What the fuck do you mean it's all on tape?" Whoa! Relax, relax," Rex replied. "Nobody has to see it. Not if you do a little favor for me. And then I'll do you a favor." Just what the hell do you mean?" Jon asked angrily, furious that Rex had. "Admit it!" I do." His voice was calmer.Bob looked at Ken. He could see a change in him; he no longer seemed scared, and fear had left him as acceptance entered."Good boy," Misha purred. "And what do you like to see?"Bob looked between the husband and wife. Ken was holding back."Tell everyone at the table, Ken. Now." I love to see you getting fucked." Louder!" Misha barked."I love to see you getting fucked! I want to see a man, a real man, fuck my wife, to spill his cum in her." Ken relaxed.