Instead, I aimed at the table where I thought an important part of the galoot's body would be hiding. I didn't need a fatal wound, just something that...would slow him down, and, especially, keep him from escaping. A wound in the chest area that was the result of a penetrating bullet would, more than likely, eventually be fatal from the gangrene expected to develop there. I might not get credit for the kill, but I would certainly remove from this Earth someone who deserved to die.Bullets rattled. Although he also had a wife whose upkeep he maintained and who he even occasionally fucked, he wasn't a jealous man. He didn't mind at all that Gabrielle was a woman for whom the word polyamorous had been invented and was fully content to share her body with other like-minded men. Furthermore, Ghazi Patel was at least as keen on cock as Gabrielle. Indeed, as she watched him glug down a mouthful of semen or gurgle on a stiff cock deep down his throat, it seemed that he enjoyed the physical. But she rolled off me quickly and came up to cuddle me through my afterglow.“Is Robin okay with you cheating on her like this?” I asked as she held me in her strong arms.“She pretends ignorance, but she knows I sleep with other girls.” She hugged me a bit tighter and kissed me. “She loves you too, Johanna. We should take her into bed between us.” * Over the next few weeks, Misty Sue and I made love regularly, mostly in their bedroom when Robin was out. We never did do the threesome that Misty. ”This is not at all how she perceived this encounter taking place. Yes, she had used him for information and her personal gain. But does she deserve to be raped? Is it rape if she is the property of her master and his master? Then she begins to wonder just what the hell it is she is thinking. She seems to take too long in complying.Tyrell looks at Beckett and complains, “I thought you said she was broken.”“She is ... mostly,” the older man says. “There are a few kinks to still work out. She.