I got curious and went to see who was crying and where was it coming from as it was dark I was able to know from where the sound was coming. I decide ...hat the truth must be found as soon as possible so begin the hunt from where the sound was coming.While searching I found the sound coming from mama room. So while going to the room which was on first room and my room was on the ground floor. My leg slipped and fell down from the steps and I shouted in a very loud voice that everyone in the. " You "On 22s huh., Yeah just hurry up and bring that big dick over here!!!"So I jump in the sc**** thang, and head over to the house, horny as a mothafucka, and all I could think about was all that thunderous fat ass. Just like when I was in Jail, all a nigga could think about was shmackin'that fat ass up and deep dickin', stroking my dick in my cell every night thinking about my BahaBah. So after a quick 15 minute ride to Capital, Shmur-Burr, I pull up and park outside your apartments, walk. I also noticed another feeling, extreme satisfaction and happiness. I felt like I was positively glowing.Eventually the massaging had the desired effect, and I was able to move again. When they were done they sat me up. Bethany brought a tray of grapes and peaches, while Mariah brought a crystal pitcher with something red in it.She poured a cup for me and said, "Drink of the wine of womanhood that your thirst may be quenched."I took the cup from her and drank it greedily. I didn't care what it. Kelly ignored me and asked, “So what happens to those three guys now?”“The ones in Alabama?” She nodded. “Life without parole, probably. They killed a cop. That would be pretty much an automatic death sentence, but these days, that’s iffy at best. Even if that happens, they’ll spend the next fifteen years on Death Row waiting for it. Realistically, even if they get the death penalty, it will probably be ruled unconstitutional. It’s Alabama’s problem anyway. It’s like I heard the other day.