Brody?slittle tongue had been all over her body. Ambrose ?Brody? Gunn had a tonguelike a machine! Now Marla was pulling on her other shoe and was fain...ly dressed, and she turned to Brody, who was stilllying on the bed, naked, his tongue exhausted from bringing her to so manyorgasms. ?How was it for you, big boy??Marla asked, leaning over Brody playfully. Marla took Brody?s tiny penis in herfingers as if she were holding a number two yellow pencil by the eraser, thoughactually a pencil eraser. "Ten minutes later, the S.W.A.T. team entered and found me sitting against the wall with Lisa asleep in my arms. My pistol was twenty feet away and Andrews' rifle was beside his body. He would never shoot anyone again.A policeman came to me and squatted down. "Dude, are you hurt?" No officer, we're okay. There's the shooter with his rifle. That's my pistol. I fired at him twice, two shots each time. I winged him coming in and then aimed from the floor and took him out when he still tried to. Isaac's gone, right?"Holly momentarily lost her smile. "Yes, he'll be gone for a few days. Is something not working in your apartment? I'm not good with tools like he is, but I'd love to help in any way I can." No, nothing is wrong. But I really could use your help with something..." Alice mumbled, still unable to look up from the floor.Holly cocked her head to one side. "What is it?"Alice forced herself to look up into Holly's bright peaceful face and stared at the dog collar around her. .. what?” was his cute, embarrassed reply. It was funny, but I kept my “serious face” just so I could see him squirm for a bit.“I heard you this morning. No, I saw you whacking off into my shoe and sniffing my underwear. Why?”Bryan fidgeted nervously in the chair, as if I was Bad Cop giving him the third degree about a murder, and he was the prime suspect. “I was... uh...”“Don't 'uh' me,” I shook my head at him. “Just be honest with me, Baby-Bee!” Bryan rankled at the use of the nickname I gave.