I stormed into the house, shouting Hawthorn's name. I heard a noise in an adjacent room, so I headed for it. The door was closed, but not locked. I th...rew it open, only to be met by the sound of a pistol shot. I guess that he had shot were he expected me to be, rather than waiting until he actually saw me, because the bullet missed my head and buried itself into the door. I had thrown the door open, but I had not stepped into the room—that was what saved my life.I was holding a cocked .44-40. " He sucked some from the straw. "Your blood sugar was perfectly normal this morning, wasn't it?" Normal for me at that time of day, yes. How's yours? Care to find out?"He looked at the clock on the stove in the kitchen. "Nine-thirty. I imagine your mom will be calling at ten on the dot." Depending on her workload, yes."Keith slurped the last of his milkshake. He opened cabinet doors until he found a wastebasket under the sink."Hey," Jenna said. "Don't throw that away. It's recyclable."Keith. Then, chains had been placed on her arms and legs, and she had been dragged into court. Samantha heard the charges laid out against her, and she waited for her king to save her. But Henry did nothing. Finally, she was dragged out and taken to the dungeons, where she was thrown into a cell. A few minutes later, the king entered the dungeons. The jailers knew that this was highly unusual, but Henry simply told them that he wanted to interrogate the prisoner personally. Even if they had wanted to. Iblushed...looking down from his tight fitting hot pink Capri pants tohis white nylon covered calves and ankles, to his metallic pink heeledsandals. He brushed his off-the-shoulder curly blonde locks back withhis hands, leaning forward to give me a peck on the cheek. My cock,neatly tucked beneath me under my black lacy thong, was throbbing.Days Later...My arousal would become a troubling concern. Why was I getting turned onso easily? And why was I being turned on by my fellow co-workers? Whywas.