Owen hurt and hurt and hurt. The shock of the gunshot and the agony left him screaming and bellowing madly. He writhed left and right on the floor. Bl...od wept from his arm.“You do not look any worse,” Hafnan said. She touched his face and her voice quaked. “You didn’t get more hurt. But, you need to stop. Too many people are hurt and you’re still badly hurt too. Stop! Please, or you’re only going to be hurt even more.”“I can’t stop,” Owen said, his breath came out like each press of his lungs. Now, I was a slutty girl on my bed, imagining the eight inch toy in my ass was Coach Cocker's cock and my ten inch toy was another body builder's cock I was pleasing, at the same time as my coach. Wearing my little hot pink g-string and lace bra, I felt very seductive and ready to please all the men I saw in the gym when I got there. Coach Cocker had told me he was usually alone in the weight room. But what if he wasn't? What if he had a workout partner who was big and strong like him and I. ”“Don’t make fun of me!”“I’m not, I’m just an out-of-work lawyer.”That evening, Patrick told Samuel an eagle tale from the Pacific Northwest. In it, eagle and raven attempted to recover the spirits from their island. But on the return flight, crow found his basket very heavy, so he stopped and put down the basket and opened it a crack, and all the spirits escaped and returned to the isle of the dead.“Interesting. Just like Orpheus looking back.”“Or Lot’s wife.”“Yes. Transgressing the rules is. Edmond doesn't know it yet, but we can be happy together. He's in good health and by the way, Edmond is filthy rich.Albert knew he was dying and made every effort to prepare me for the day when I would be making business decisions. I think he knew I would want to take the cash and leave Atlanta. We drove around the city and he assigned a selling price to each property. The one thing he stressed was to be patient.After six months of waiting for my husband to die and one year of waiting for.