The answer, if you must have it, is not just no, but hell no. A man who hits a defenseless woman is fucking sick. But sick or not, I would love to kic... Edi’s ass just to show him how it must have felt when he beat on her. But, Di, I couldn’t disrespect that deputy. He had the situation in hand and my running in to help would have been an insult under the circumstances. Besides, he certainly didn’t need any help with that little wimp. But ... I really, really want to pay Edi back for beating on. I can assure you that no one with me will lie. If we don't like a question we'll tell you and then move on," I said firmly."Are you ready?" Brent said."No one is ever truly ready," I replied. "But we are prepared to face the music." Even if music is invisible and doesn't have a face," Jason barked out.Two slaps could be heard ringing out in the passenger compartment of the van. I heard Brent cough a couple of times before he continued. "Very well, we'll introduce the next caller. This is. The contents were carefully selected: a sandwich from the deli, a drink, a box of protein bars, a box of tissues, all there to make it look like he wasn’t there just to buy that package of panties. There was nothing special about the panties, there were three of them, cotton, assorted colors, labeled ‘briefs’. About as Plain Jane as you could get, he supposed, and held back a chuckle. Jane. He placed the basket on the belt, behind the groceries of the woman in front of him. He schooled his face. "Uump," she grunted when he hit her cervix. "Go easy, I'm a little..." But her protest changed to an all-consuming desire when he moved his hips around, causing the head of his cock to rub against the opening to her womb."Oh, shit!" she squealed as she thrust her hips back at him. "Push it the rest of the way," she ordered, even as she slammed her hips back when he pushed forward. Something gave and he was all the way in. If they didn't hear her scream at the house, it surely wasn't her.