” The man gets a small notebook out of his pocket and writes in it, gives Boone a slow nod, turns, and walks out again.A man in a dark suit approach...s Boone and asks, “What sort of burial do you want for them?” Boone frowns at him and he adds, “You killed them so you have to bury them.”Boone sighs and asks, “How much to dig a big hole to just toss the lot in without any coffins?”“That’s more than they deserve, but it’ll cost you a dollar a man and two dollars to cart them away.”While handing. Always able to get up early, Marcus often awoke before his alarm went off. That morning wasn’t any different. Groggy from the sleep, the morning sunlight crept into the room from the corners of the blinds. He was sleeping on his side, something he never did but was curled into the backside of Hadley. His hand resting lightly over her side, their hands clasped together. At some point in the night, he must have turned to her. Her hair tangled at the nape of her neck and Marcus wanted nothing more. God, no. I watched your eyes close in anger. You tore my knickers from me and placed them inside my mouth. Thats better, you little slut. Look at the juices on my fingers, your pussy is wet even though you are being raped, such a whore. He bit into my breast hard, and then sucked enough to leave a mark after, maybe even draw blood. My tears came harder as my body gave into his attack, my nipples hardening as he nibbled on them. Your nails dug into my hips bone making me buck hard, moving. As she had tried on the various items she had become increasingly distracted by her reflection. More specifically her hair. It just wasn’t right. Ten minutes after leaving the clothing store she was sat in a salon. When Jacque, her usual stylist heard her request he just stood behind her in stunned silence. ‘Ar-are you sure?’ he stammered. ‘Yes.’ ‘Its just that normally you’re so conservative and-‘ ‘Oh please Jacque. Just do it for me. I’ve got places to go.’ ‘But the way you’re dressed..