It turned out that I had not missed anything of a professional interest, but the remaining two Fletcher boys were bragging about how they had run me o...t of town. The marshal warned me that those two idiots were bound to take a shot at me at the first opportunity. Their brother was deathly ill from buckshot wounds, and was not expected to live. The Fletchers were blaming that on me, but they had not said how I might have caused his problem.Okay, I had not forgotten the Fletchers, but I figured. Julie seemed to be totally enjoying the way he was face fucking her, as she could be heard moaning with each stroke of his cock into her mouth. This went on for a time after I got there when Julie pulled her face from his dick and said stick that big fucking prick in my cunt you bastard. I knew she was really drunk as she only used the word cunt when she was wasted. Jim said fuck yes I’d love to. Julie stood up pulled down her pants and panties in a fairly quick motion for a drunk and bent over. His accent giving the one word two syllables. I roll my eyes. “What do you want?” He looks around while he speaks. “Surely there must be something,” he continues, his expression and voice taking on a more serious tone. “Every woman wants something.” I just continue to watch him, hoping that my face reveals little. But when his eyes finally rest on me and make their way to my own, I am visibly angry. “I’m here. You have made whatever point you were attempting to make.” He thinks that this is a. Slap! Claire slapped Zoe who had just delivered the bad news. The force of the blow spun Zoe around knocking her over into the open doors of the elevator. Zoe experienced tummy farts and flutters of fear of what fate awaited her alone in the elevator with the powerful congressman’s wife. If only Francis was there to rescue her from his wife.Mrs. Underwood was perturbed with me who was now bent over trying to regain her balance using the chrome bar on the side of the elevator. Zoe’s rival yanked.