"Would the jury please present their verdict."Evelyn sat smugly in the witness box, sure of what the verdict would be. She sipped at the water glass ...which Sam had kept refilled for her during her long interview. She glanced at the glass for a moment, unsure of whether the odd taste was the water or the excitement of the moment. The various members of the jury passed small tablets to one of the jurywomen who stood and stepped forward to stand in front of Evelyn."Evelyn Fitzpatrick, we of the. "Here is some lubricant for your hand Jim." Thank you.....I don't use it most of the time but to tell you the truth it does feel better that way." Oh course it does Jim."I lubricated my penis and wrapped my fingers around it, and slid my hand up and down slowly a few times.Nichole leaned forward a bit and breathed in heavily...."Ok Jim, just begin jacking off at your own pace, and you can talk to us or ask us anything while you are masturbating. If you want to use foul or nasty language. I just thought that if we could meet, as old friends, we might both find some happiness. . .’ ‘Say no more, Richard,’ Gaynor cut in. ‘I’m convinced. Get off the phone now and don’t call me from your house ever again. It’s not safe. Sorry about the panic and I’ll see you as planned. Okay, 11:30 at The Toad’s Hollow?’ My pulse rate increased. ‘Yes, thank you, Gaynor. I’ll be there.’ ‘Good, so will I. Now get off the phone. Byeee.’ Before I could say anything more, she cut the connection. With a. Any way this tale for once is about Burt not me. Where we lived in eastern South Dakota the local lake situated on the town limits has a spillway to divert spring floodwaters and a highway bridge over and spanning it. When the ice melts in late March or occasionally early April the volume of water that goes over creates a maelstrom below and certain death if anyone ever fell in with the heavy blocks of ice and uprooted young trees carried in the surprisingly strong currents. But by May the.