" Shit, Ernie, how old do you think she is?" In her sixties, maybe." That's fucking OLD." But nice and wet, Ryan." Plus great fucking knockers; not a ...it of sag in them." Right; they couldn't hold a pencil under them." Yeah, that's true. What do you want to do now?" Is anybody home at your place, Ryan?" Everybody." Let's go to my place, then. No one's there." Could you believe her grabbing my hand like that?" And playing with my nuts? Yeah, I believe it." Anybody ever do that to you before,. ’ With that, there was nothing else to say. I shoved the High Standard into the hollow behind his ear and fired two subsonic rounds up into the brain pan. Both made less noise than fingers snapping, and neither exited the skull. The 40-grain soft lead projectiles, as planned, just whizzed around inside the skull causing instant death via brain trauma. Neither would be in any shape to give a ballistic trace even if Joe was ever found under ten feet of north Mississippi dirt. I cut off all the. “Pose for me.”Jenn slipped her arm around Carly’s waist, and puckered up for the camera. Carly just stood there, her face a shocked mask.Mr. Richards aimed his camera at them and took the picture.“There! That will make a nice email to your mom and dad, Carly,” Mr. Richards said pleasantly. “I can’t imagine the oh-so-upright Franklins knowing anything about that whore’s outfit you’re wearing.”Carly closed her eyes, wishing a hole would open up and she could drop through it.“Actually, I’m the. I pulled at my too short skirtas I sat down.While I crossed my checkered fishnet tights covered legs, Harvey beganto speak, "Bethany, you really stepped out to the plate today." Thank you, Sir." I was impressed, especially given that if I was in your shoes, I imagethat I would have let this place burn to the ground," Harvey added witha smile."Part of me thought about it, Sir," I replied truthfully."Well, I'm glad you didn't act on your worst instincts." I'm not really that type." I know, that's.