"Paul Brown turned to look at Jamie. "Funny how money makes any idea a good one."Jamie scuffed, "God, these people are slime."Shawn heard the exchange... and hid a chuckle. "Billy thanks you for your consideration, and I agree." Come, my sisters, it is time. Finish your wine," said a nervous Vivian.Paul Smith led the three women out of the room. When they came to the first table, he helped Vivian lie down and spread out her arms and legs in an X configuration. Her legs were tied to two padded. As I tried to fall asleep, I couldn’t help but think about what happened. What began as an innocent visit for ice cream and a chance to introduce my friends to my new boyfriend turned into a deepthroat competition followed by some good ol’ fashioned cock riding. My life was weird. Ever since Mr. Chapman caught me skinny dipping in his pool that night almost a month ago, my life had just been getting weirder. I was in the middle of a sort of sexual renaissance, a primal awakening of undiscovered. "How many personal or vacation days do you guys normally take?" I wondered."Not that many. Daddy taught us a good work ethic, but we did take some time off now and then. And we've been burying our sorrows in work half the time, thanks to Mama and Daddy dying. Kept our minds off it, but we could certainly use some leisure. Why do you ask?" Sally inquired."Let's call this a vacation. Don't want to make a habit of it, but I have some money saved up and I imagine that you guys do as well between. “Life without parole, probably. They killed a cop. That would be pretty much an automatic death sentence, but these days, that’s iffy at best. Even if that happens, they’ll spend the next fifteen years on Death Row waiting for it. Realistically, even if they get the death penalty, it will probably be ruled unconstitutional. It’s Alabama’s problem anyway. It’s like I heard the other day during roll call. Georgia has enough assholes of its own. We don’t need to import them from anywhere else.”.