We have joint accounts, sharing household and living expenses, we had for twenty years, but cash is ... personal.The reason the tank was empty was her...post-Christmas sales. She’d done them all, particularly treasuring those leather boots she nervously said were a bargain. Yeah, I knew what we saved, not the cost. She owed me big time.Fifty would fill the car, twenty, a necessary top up. I lifted the fat purse from the bag, possibly full of clod I could use for car-parking meters. What do girls. That he was waving his arms around and screaming was not encouraging.I got his attention, then asked, "Betting on a street is three consecutive numbers, right? Like 1, 2, 3." Yeah." Do they all pay the same? Does it matter which one the ball lands on?"Looking at me like I was stupid, he answered, "Of course not."#1: I asked him, "What does it pay?"But he'd lost interest in talking to an ignorant non-gambler.#3: #2: I turned to my neighbor on the other side, got her attention, and asked, "A. "fuck me" she said "fuck me till I cum then cum inside me fill me with your sperm please" That was all I needed I flipped her on her back, ramming. The last three inches if my cock in to her pussy as she screamed in pleasure followed by moans. Our pubic bones were pressed together she was breathing fast and shallow I took my cock out five inches then slammed it into her pussy as she moaned loudly in approval I sped up going faster and faster I wasn't going to last much longer."I'm gonna cum. The French soldier dropped dead from the gunshot. Fureax aimed his revolver at the woman and pulled the trigger. She fell to the ground, bleeding as the Major pulled his sword and slashed the woman in the chest as she finally fell to the ground dead.“Don’t hesitate men!” Fureax yelled. “Shoot them all! Man or woman, they will show you no mercy!”The French soldiers seemed to get the hint. This was a battle of survival now. If they retreat, the Dahomean soldiers will likely chase them down, gut.