The water runs clear from the spigot over me washing inside my scars and fingerprints and into my ears. There it can sear away the filth that has been...left in my mind rotting away at me until it falls in yellow puss rivulets to the tiled floor. The tiles, once white, are now green with mildew fed from the fetid water and decorated with thick rusted needles. He left. Fine he left. Said it was my fault. I agreed. But only to him. I can’t blame myself. There was more to it than that. So much. The stage crew was lying dead in the driver's box. There were two men and a woman as passengers, and the bandits were in the process of taking personal items, such as watches, from the passengers. One of the men objected to giving up a ring, so one of the bandits simply shot him. He then took out a knife and cut off the man's finger to get the ring.Beau had drawn his Henry and was running to a good shooting position when the second male passenger was shot. Beau never saw why. Now, the men. ." Nonsense." Ok, but I'm telling you."I didn't think much of what my wife said, but I did notice that Helen was in my office a lot and she liked to stay late on the days I stayed late. I thought it was because she lived alone and had no family in town.One day she came into my office wearing a tight-fitting blouse and a skirt that hit just below her knees. She sat down in front of my desk and while we were talking she crossed and uncrossed her legs several times. Each time the skirt rode up and. She'd find a button and push it just to see to how far she could push him. She wanted to figure out exactly where his edge was--and see if she could she push it back a bit. She slid down to his chest, his prick hard between her tits. Exploring all of the wonderful places there, she moved to one of his nipples. As she did so, she brushed his dick with her tits. Mutual shock waves ran through their bodies. She couldn't wait any longer; she had to have his cock in her mouth and have it now.She got.