“I see you still got your gunbelt on, cupcake. Let me help you with that.” “I meant to take it off before you grabbed me, but oh well.”Mike un...buckled her belt then removed it and placed it on the night stand. Wanting to get his pants down, Ashley sprung up and rapidly undid his belt followed by the button and zipper. She got his pants and boxers down halfway before he pushed her back onto the bed. “Now let’s see what color you got on down here, baby,” Mike said with a grin then just as fast as. " Justin smirked. "On the charge of twenty-seven counts of first degree murder, the jury finds you," momentary hesitation as the judge exhaled. Justin felt confident. "Guilty."Justin's eyes widened. Twenty-seven counts of first degree murder. "Which gives me the responsibility of deciding what to do with you. I don't buy in to your plea of insanity and neither does this jury. So I'm left with the decision. Should I give you twenty-seven life sentences, which leaves the open opportunity. I would take back my manhood. I was seizing my life by the hand. No more getting walked over. No more being a living wallet for my whore-wife.I smiled. She would be a whore for real.I stepped out of my car. Traffic was light, crossing the road between us and the studio. I marched across it, my son and daughter following me. Then my son darted ahead. He grabbed the door of the studio, jerking on it.A bell jingled as it rattled. My son groaned. “It's locked, Dad. Is there a back way in?”I locked. This would take a while.I was surprised by what I found when I approached the interstate. There was a traffic barrier west of town crossing all lanes, comprised of concrete barrier sections.I took the side road to the sheriff station, parked and walked inside. There inside the door sat a field phone on a table where nobody could miss it. Just to make it obvious, a bright orange placard hung above it requesting that any visitors call in using a 999 code. brilliant. They'd activated the national.