The smaller took a little fishing for but they both were soon out. He released her, removing the gag, she knew better than to say anything standing up...on legs that felt unsteady to say the least, her cum dribbling down her legs in wet rivulets. “Right miss were off shopping,” he just threw her coat to her and before it was fully on she found herself out in the cold, the wet under her coat struck even colder.They drove to the shops, collected beer, crisps, snacks her legs cold now, her body. He had been scared since they left the house yesterday morning and he didn't see how anything could be right again. He had killed a man. More than one he was pretty sure but only one that he knew it was his bullet that killed him. He had seen the surprise, or was it terror, on the man's face. He handed the pistol and shells to his dad. He was scared for his dad too. He knew it was going to be dangerous getting close enough to shoot them with the little weapon."Dad," Jimmy whispered. "The 15. All that would be salvaged was only what she and Binta could get into her suitcases, and most of that was clothing. She had cashed as much as she could from the bank, and everything else she'd acquired was to be lost forever. Nobody was warned of their departure - not even their closest friends, and certainly not Mr Madir. Ana was not to give notice that she would leave and nobody was to know that Binta would ever see Ana on leaving the Brothel. She had attended work on this, her last day, as. "I need a drink."I got into the cupboard and took down our bottle of Jack Daniels, poured a stiff one, drank it and then poured another. Thus fortified, I returned to the living room after a detour to the bedroom to put on some jammies. For some reason I didn't feel comfortable naked around him just then.While I'd been putting on jammies he'd been at the Jack, and he added two bottles of beer to the table in front of us."I've been putting this off," I said. "I was going to tell you everything,.