Who gets to decide whose dreams live and whose get pushed aside? "What the fuck?" I wailed. throwing my betting slip to the ground as my horse and my ...reams tumbled into the track. Again. "Hey, Micky," said a big man in a small suit, his shadow all but blocking out the light of day. "That's just too bad. I feel for you, man. I know what yer thinking, yer thinking yer can make a break for it." A gunshot rang out as they put the nag with the broken limbs out of its misery and pain. Sal Carbone -. She’d be horrified if she ever found out. She’d be straight down the divorce court. Her father would probably kill me.” That wasn’t an idle threat. Polly’s father owned a building company and had a reputation as a hard man. Everyone knew that he wouldn’t take kindly to anyone upsetting his darling little girl. Neither would her two bruiser brothers! They ran up and down ladders with hods of bricks all day and were “well ‘ard” as the saying goes.“Come on Mike, you were horrified at the idea last. And in the center lay the girl across the steps of the dais, before thealtar. The daemons danced round her, one holding a brilliant red candle lacedwith gold. His face was dark and evil, and the candle tipped above the girl'snaked bosom. Blood red claws encircled her ankles and wrists, holding her stillin her agony as the fiery paraffin poured from the candle down upon her breast. Annette's eyes widened as she looked at the painting. But then a look ofconfusion, of bewilderment effused her. . you ain't gonna cooperate so I want feel bad you taking all my sick! ... ' In fear I whined ' ... please, please don't fuck me! ... ' Daniel sort of chuckled as he answered ' ... too late for that shyt now. You should be saying fuck me Daniel, fuck me. So I would hurry up and cum! ... ' Daniel lifted slightly and I felt him adjust. Then felt his magnanimous penile glans probe my buttocks seeking my stretched and well lubed butt hole. Crying I begged ' ... please Daniel, I can't take no more,.