Mr Linton was, if truth be told, a complete arse of a neighbour. In my inebriated state I would rather not lock horns with his bullish personality. He...was the type of man who was better avoided. It appeared though that the last few shots of brandy I had drunk were conspiring together, my vision fuzzed slightly and I had totally lost my hand eye coordination as it was near impossible to get the key in the lock."Evening!" I finally span around myself to face the old codger as he neared me in the. I had the ring tell Dad to continue on to work and that I would talk to him later. That he did, and I contacted him by means of the rings after he reached his office. I told him what I had done with the attacker, but, before he could say anything, I explained my reason. [Dad, you know how the courts are going easy on carjackers. Well, he tried to kill you, so I didn’t want him to get away with just a slap on the wrist. I dropped him from 500 feet onto a concrete runway to make sure that he. I told him to have a good look, even spreading my legs, and he simply stared at me. He even licked his lips at one point, and got a bulge in his pants. “Are we good?” I asked, which shocked him back to reality and caused him to blush. I laughed at him, which caused him to laugh with me. Peter and I became really good partners, and in our small city we got the nickname of Titty and Crotch. It certainly sounds like a porn flick, but it stuck with me for the rest of my career.Then one day after a. ‘See? Told you it would hurt if you didn’t cooperate. Now, time to see the rest of the goodies!’ James ran into the barn, knife raised, and saw Thomas Grays standing over Leanna. Her breasts were exposed and her pants were undone. Grays was starting to bend over to remove them when he heard James. Startled, he stood up and reached to his hip bringing up a knife even more wicked looking than the one James had. Grays laughed softly. ‘Well if it isn’t the whelp that tried to steal my Isabelle!.