We played some two-on-one, each bucket worth a single point and game at twenty-one. With Troy and I so evenly matched Rick was more than enough to giv...e the winning edge to either of us, and when the two of us teamed against him it was a massacre. To his credit, he tried gamely, but we play to win and give no quarter; we beat him 15 – 2, the game called at fifteen due to the bloody slaughter. I was actually surprised that he got two buckets. That jump-shot of his.We’d played for perhaps forty. "A puzzled look crossed her eyes; "Can they make me pay the back rent?"Brad chuckled. "No Amy, they can not hold you responsible for the debts of your father. Come on a let's get this over with the police."The questioning by the police took only about and hour and a half. As Amy was not home when the beating of her mother took place, she could offer little information about the crime. When the issue of Amy's care came up, Brad said that she would be staying with him until something permanent. ..I'm sorry, baby! Come to mama!" She held out her arms, half mocking him, half inviting him. After a moment's hesitation, he flung himself on her, holding her breasts in his big warm hands, hungrily sucking on one and the other. Her laugh became a moan, and she relaxed her knees outward to accomodate his bulk, writhing under his hot touch, surprised at the ardor of his mouth on her nipples and her own body's responding with shivering, burning, instant desire for his fingers to part her cunt. Her husband John’s car was there. She sighed, “Well, maybe I can get him to eat me or something before I explode. He might actually be horny after such a long trip.” When she entered the house there was no sign of John, but she heard like what sounded like a radio in the computer room. Expecting to find John there, she entered the room and started to give him a kiss to welcome him home.” Suddenly, she realized what she was hearing. It was not the radio, it was her! It was a recording of her.