These mediocre words are only forming the distraction from the things which I beg reality to release me from. I beg so hard that I even imagine a diff...rent ending. There is knock on my door, which was strange, because everyone was asleep the last time I checked. My grandmother was the only person who could knock on my bedroom door at night, yet she always bellowed out that she was there waiting, and this person was decidedly quiet. I stare at the door as another quiet few taps across the wood. Any lipstick would have been totally unnecessary. She had on a long sleeved white blouse with a spread collar, that accented her slender shoulders, tantalizing cleavage, a tight fitting skirt in black, and a pair of black pumps. There wasn’t the slightest doubt that she had a fantastic body. Slender hips, gorgeous legs, and breasts that jutted out to proclaim ‘they’re real, and all mine’. We had an hour to kill before the flight to Hawaii . I steered her to the closest. Her tongue entered my mouth as she quickly undid my jeans. My cock was swollen so much it hurt. Angela yanked open my pants and gripped my member under my boxers. She kissed me a little more than moved down to my now pre-cummed cock. She looked up at me as I entered her mouth. ‘AWWWWW!’ was all I could muster. ‘MMMMM’ was her reply. Well it didn’t take long, and before I knew it, SPLASH!! Angela swallowed every last drop and now it was my turn to quiver, and tell her how much I missed her. But. Don’t you know getting shot hurts?’ Uncle Henry said with a smile. ‘The girls said you aren’t the Marshal, anymore, and that you are in a bad mood. What’s that all about?’ I said, ‘Damn Judge Mitchell! We had been to Hill City, and I sent some prisoners ahead with some Indians I had deputized. That damn judge locked up the Lakota that I deputized because I was shot and couldn’t bring the prisoners in myself. I would imagine that they are very pissed off about it, and I don’t blame them. He was.