Worked for a dressmaker here in town now and again but more on her own. Lived here most of her life, I'm told, but no family to speak of. Many knew he..., liked her. Never in any trouble or anything political." Why would she be down by the river?" Lived down there in one of those small, wooden houses. Got her feet wet when the Potomac rose. Probably went along there every day." And nobody saw nothing?" Beall asked, trying to size up the new constable who was a smallish man that looked like a. Jones said that he would fire me the first day I showed up late." I then told her about the run in with Mr. Hawthorn and why I was wearing the gun.Ma said, "Well, I guess you do need the protection, and your pa did say that he was going to let you wear the gun all the time when he got home, now that you were a working man. Okay, go ahead and wear that gun, but don't you go picking fights just to show off your gun!"That settled, I went to the saloon. Mr. Jones, the bartender and owner of the. . Carla's StoryI thrash about wildly on the ground, trying desperately to throw him off."NO!!, Please stop! Please" I scream as his tongue continues lower across my stomach."You can't do this, Damn you! Get off of me!"The man only laughs at my feeble attempts to get away. I feel his hands running up and down my thighs, pulling my shorts all the way down. I can feel his hot breath on my skin through the thin cotton panties I have on. I feel can feel the man's hard cock pressing into my leg. I swear to you. I didn't realize that I needed to shit." Oh look, it's starting to come out now. It's all brown and slimy. Just for that..." and Helga slammed her fist in up to her forearm. "There, cunt, do you feel all that! You *should* feel that, I have your asshole stretched out 4 inches now." I never thought that I would have my poor asshole stretched out that far."Helga drew her arm back and slammed it back in again."Yeeeeecccckkkk!" Like that? And all that shit! Damn you must have needed.