But I believe my death will end much of their suffering, end much of their shame. For that, I’ll be happy to die tomorrow. I’m sorry to them, I’... sorry to my family that I couldn’t do better in school, land a better job, be in a better situation. That I’m a disappointment ... I am truly sorry to my parents. But I’m not sorry to anyone else.”These words were the same as the final statement she’d made. I guess she’d prepared them in blood first.(It struck me that death row inmates in their final. What was he doing? Even he didn't know.The thumb moved over her red lips, moving them slightly, feeling the moistness that they hid. His other hand came up and whipped her long hair from her forehead and eyes, letting the light show all her pretty features. The thumb worked itself just between her lips to her very white teeth. His free hand rubbed the other side of her face down to her neck, feeling the strong smooth skin and the heartbeat just next to the wind pipe.He marvelled at her comatose. Her beautiful, tight ass was elevated, and I could see her wet pussy shining below. I thrust my cock into her. It was the most incredible sensation I’d ever experienced. Her pussy gripped me tightly, all over, and was so warm. “Fuck me,” she whispered. I started to thrust in and out. She was so wet that my cock was making a splashing sound. The king size bed started to creak and sway. I put my weight on her back, and kissed the back of her neck. She was really sweat- ing. Two more days of similar tactics had rid Cunninghame of Saxons and brought Scott and Gabrain to the River Irbhinn (modern day Irvine). This marked the boundary of Cunninghame and they were now faced with a choice of carrying on with their blitzkrieg against the Saxons or backtracking to deal with the Vikings on the coast.The Dalriada forces were still fresh, little actual fighting having taken place and Scott decided it was time to spill some Norse blood. His original plan of enlisting locals.