Did ya have permission.." I...from you" It wasn't mine to give away" Fuck off, jock....you were telling the ugly cunt all night...and I quote "Lesley.....this pussy belongs to me". Now, you said eat it...so I did..sounds awful like you owned it to me" It was a figure of speech..." Tell that to the judge ya fat cunt...you can fuck right off." Give me fucking strength" Now fuck off fatso....it's time for Coronation Street. Deirdre Barlow, gets buried today. She was another ugly fucker that got a. There were only three other women present.There was very little conversation. Most of the people appeared ill at ease. Fifteen minutes passed, and a few more men entered and filled the remaining empty places.At about nine-thirty the lights were turned off and we sat in darkness for a moment. We could see a line of amber light under and between the closed sliding doors that we all faced.Then the doors were rumbled open from the other side. We saw a blanket-covered king-size mattress on a roughly. He didn't even charge us for the galoots' burials."I'm going to pay for that. It's the least I can do for you savin' my life." Beth told him why we were goin' into town an' he loaded her down with a big stack of wanted posters. It turned out he had heard of Beth from the Sheriff in Hand Springs."I sure wish I could hire you," he said. "You'd be worth your weight in gold." Don't encourage her," I urged. I knew Beth didn't need no encouragement. I also knew what to expect as we made our way home.. No more than a shift of the backside, the hidden camera picked up the briefest flash of thigh and a hint of pink thong, transmitted back to the screen Johnny and Matthew peered over. The aged judge leaned forward and glanced up the room, espying his wife gathered with the other women, safely out of sight. He and Connie were alone in the lounge and evidently she realised it too. Reaching aside, she put cushion over her lap, upon which a set of legal papers from the judge's pocket was unfolded..