Mostlikely they would ask you to wait and call the police and you would besent straight back to the asylum. You can tell the staff but they are usedto...hearing the lies from their insane patients. The mad fantasise abouteverything so your story, whilst original, would be nothing out of theordinary. Cause trouble and you can be injected with drugs and put in astraitjacket." If we murdered you, the police would investigate and the press might takean interest and there would be a chance however. Instead, she wrapped her arms around her ears and mumbled the paternoster under her breath, trying to block out the sinful sounds. Even so, she was unable to avoid hearing Margery’s final squeal of pleasure as the candle achieved its purpose. ~~~~~~The tuneless clang of the abbey bell, announcing the hour of Matins, awakened Abigail from her disturbed sleep. Reluctantly she pushed back the single woollen blanket under which she slept and slipped on her rough habit over her shift. The bare stone. No bone splinters; maybe a clean fracture. Okay, pads here, pads on his side, pads on his shoulder. I'll need help holding some of these until the medics get here."Agent, I need some hands over here!"The first county sheriff's car had slithered to a bouncing halt well down from the scene, its siren silenced but its cannon lights strobing brilliant light bursts. A man in tan uniform studied the scene, assessing the situation. He spotted Barringer and yelled out, "You, there, toss your gun away. Soon he was again hard, and of course his confidencereturned with his erection, and he (almost roughly)picks me up! Now he’s laying me on the bed, spreadsboth Rose’s and my legs, and hungrily licks and sucksboth sweet pussies, bouncing from one to another.Suddenly, Rose and I are holding hands, smiling at oneanother, and softly caressing each others face, neck,breasts, and stomachs.The sounds in itself are almost too much of an eroticrush. He sounds like a freaked out, sucking,.