Then she rushed back inside for blankets and a pillow while Steph held me and cried. My blood soaked her shirt and jeans, and ran down the driveway.It...was touch and go that night. The bullet had just nicked a lung and pretty well mangled a rib, and had punched a huge hole in my upper chest as it exited. The blood loss was the primary concern.The cops showed up as soon as I was able to talk and asked me all kinds of questions. I know they had a job to do, but a lot of their questions seemed. Completely naked, she stepped into the shower. Melissa let out a relaxed sigh as the warm water sprayed her face. Reaching for some shower gel she lathered it in her hands and ran them through her long light brown hair, massaging it into her scalp with her fingers. Her hands wandered over her shoulders and rested on her upper chest briefly, the remainder of the soap being rinsed over her breasts, small droplets of the clouded water dripping from her nipples. Trailing her hands down her chest,. A few hours later she had come back with Grace. Grace sat before me, trying desperately to chew on her foot, but she kept rolling on to her back side. I laughed as she tried again and again. I never realized how entertaining a child could be. Grace threw her little fists in the air and seemed to declare war on her feet, as she seemed to try to savagely attack the offending foot. She gurgled and spoke in a language I had never understood. Laughing to herself and playing with her feet, she. As Iliafray struggled to regain her breath and blood dripped slowly down her body the matriarch walked up to her and ran her hands over the welts appreciating her handywork. Then the walked over to the wall and released the chain allowing Iliafray to slump to her knee’s on the floor. “Well done my little bitch, you kept your hands at your side very nicely it seems you know your place. Now to help you with that and to give you a refresher on your career as a piss-drinking whore I have arranged.