The icing on the cake was that I even looked at his house on Google streetview. It was in an upmarket part of town. Probably a Victorian semi with the... large garden that went with that type of property. The realization that Don ( that’s what I’ll call him) was real and interested in me produced an instant erection and I had to jerk off there and then! I had always thought that a meeting with a stranger would probably get me robbed,****d or blackmailed but this might be the real,genuine guy. I. We carefully helpedher into something less dramatic and took her to the hospital forchecks. It turned out her wrist, ankle and arm were broken. She waswell and truly grounded and quite devastated and was obviously in somediscomfort with bulky plaster cases, sling and being currently somewhatwheelchair bound unable even to use crutches.By now it was 4 pm in the afternoon and too late to find a replacement.My mom was so sad. Sam was stuck on the settee immobilised andtearful.Mom ran through the. You just push the gun in from the end, and the purse closes up right over the weapon. Every damn one of these women is armed, and I'll bet it wouldn't take a heartbeat for all of them to have those Glocks of theirs in their hands. This Cheetwood, or whatever the fuck his name is, is going to wind up dead if he messes with any of them. Count on it."The greeter was talking to a customer for a couple of seconds as the group walked up. Turning around, his standard spiel ready on his lips, he froze.. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. SPOILER ALERT!: This story reveals the identity of the Consultant of Crime. If you have not read the previous stories, the author strongly advises you to read them before continuing with this story! Part 1 –.