The judge and Harley signed as witnesses. Ellie signed as the person who took it all down in her own handwriting. It was ten in the evening. Ellie lef...t first and hurried home. The judge took possession of the two confessions. He and Harley walked back to the police station. The judge crawled into his car and drove home.Harley eased himself slid behind the wheel of his Packard and drove home. His mind was still in shock at the enormity of the banker's unrepentant confessions. The man seemed to. I’m going to make you a cocksucking little faggot for me. You’ll be my little fluffer when I want to get a room full of men hard, sucking cock after cock. Cleaning their cum from wherever they choose to shoot it. If they want to cum on my feet, you’ll lick it off. If they cum in my pussy, like tonight, you’ll suck it out. Same goes for my ass, by the way. Fuck it, if they want to cum in my sweaty armpit, you’ll lick it out of there. You will worship my body on demand for the rest of our lives. Oh well. I do think this is still a romance, focusing on Joe’s love for Jill. Those that keep reading, I hope you find some enjoyment in it. Those that hate it, please don’t be too insulting. I don’t write this shit and post it to be called a fucktard.—maxicue Chapter Seven Our Twentieth Valentine’s Day Thirteen Valentine’s Days later, a new millennium had begun. A major change had been feared but didn’t happen. Same with my home life. ‘I’m ready for my cute guy, Mr. Solomon,’ Jill said to me. What if he didn’t even realise this was where she would be hiding? Surely he had seen her work on the hole? She had seen him work on his. But would he check on her? Was she too far down? She had to ask him. Lei crawled out of her hole. Her back felt naked without wings. With hands and feet she crawled up the trunk, carefully grabbing hold in the bark’s deep ridges. Climbing was frightening when you had no wings. If she lost her grip she would fall and break every bone in her body, or simply.