’ I retorted. ‘Who says they don’t? We’re talking serious money here Gil and there is nothing some people won’t do to get their hands on it,...or keep it. ‘Now, exactly who was responsible for your accident, I have no idea. It could have been Kylie’s uncle or it could have that Fabian guy, or maybe even a relative of his. You said yourself that he had designs on her, not me.’ Harcourt sat back with a knowing expression on his face, I must have had a look of disbelief on mine. ‘Gil I don’t know. Slime from the spike collects around the lips of the bumhole as the spike slides inside, and trickles slowly down the crack. The cheeks are pushed apart by the thick, wet pipe. For a few agonising seconds the spike is slowly pushed deeper up Jonothon’s sweet, tight, pink lickle bumhole with a slow, wet squeak. The boy’s eyes roll in his head as he squeals. His hole becomes wider, and wider. But his real suffering begins as the brain bug begins to suck through the hollow organic tube. Jonothon’s. All of the women thought highly of Pen because of the respect he showed them. I tried to give them that same respect.The barmen, floor man and guard came in next. It was payday for them. Pen did not pay anyone on Friday or Saturday, so they couldn’t get drunk and not show up for work either night. I told the men to be extra alert that night, and on the lookout for George Howard or any of his men. I made sure the barmen had weapons available under their bars, and told the armed guard that I. It's gone!" he exclaimed breaking out in tears."What money sissy?" she asked."My...my savings and college funds. They're not showing in my bankaccounts an...and they're closed out," he wailed as tears beganstreaking his makeup."There's still some left sissy. You shouldn't have been so carelesswith your passwords. I found them in your cell phone's wallet app. Itransferred your money into my bank and only took out what was due me,"she responded with a glint in her eyes."What do you mean, you.