Of course in her defense she was certain that the cops had it right and that I had killed the assholes without remorse or any attempt to get away once...I had the gun. What saved me in the end was the true fact that the gun belonged to Harry. Had I brought the gun to the apartment, as my lawyer Nathan Ferguson informed me, I might have faced the death penalty. But, in the end, though the D.A. actually asked for second degree, he only got manslaughter; seven to ten years. Then it was two weeks. “She says he won't be able to rape her. She thinks she can resist his drug.”“She's an idiot,” Sharon scoffed. “This is supposed to be an aphrodisiac? His surgery on me was supposed to demonstrate successful limb-reattachment. He hacked my feet off but couldn't sew them back on again. No anesthetics involved, of course. His drug will kill her or fry her brain.”“Igor! My office! Now!” the speaker in my cell squawked.I left my captives and hurried up the stairs. The dogs were frozen in. She woke minutes later and said how wonderful she felt. She said as usual I had given her the best massage shed had in a while. She wanted to come back tomorrow for more, but for the first time I had to turn her down. I was tied up for the whole day and couldnt possibly see her until the day after. She settled for that, and came over ready to play again. With her new found playground, Barb arrived too early again for her scheduled appointment. I told her I would be finished with another client. As soon as I was presentable, she led me back to the checkout counter, and had her clerk box up my purchases and ring up the price of the two bras. She had a sly smile on her face. I couldn’t help blushing,because the clerk knew what had been going on in the changing room. I had been so distracted after the orgasmsthat I had forgotten to put my own nylon panties back on. The little ball of nylon was resting on top of the counter. I snatched them up and stuffed them into the plastic bag. I had.