I was thankful it was over, I had had enough, I learned my lesson. But Kay was not done. Kay turned around and straddled back over him giving me a s...traight view of her pussy as she leaned over to kiss him again. Her pussy was stretched and hanging open like I had never seen. His cock was pulsating as she just laid on him kissing him, he reached down and cupped her ass with both hands and slowly pulled her body down placing his cock once again into her forcefully , then half the shaft into. .. he was interested in keeping his belly full, his car payments up to date and the rent and upkeep of his small lab met ... in that order of importance.In 1962, LSD25 was NOT illegal ... but it was being 'investigated.' Governmental pressure on chemical suppliers dried up his legal sources of supplies and Jake's little lab went bust. By the start of 1963, Jake had ended up in New York City, unhappily ensconced in the triple layer cardboard domicile he called home. He had no phone, no power. I was dawdling. Like it or not it was showdown time. I sometimes practiced drawing, nocking and firing as fast as I could. If I didn't fumble I could get three shots off in about six seconds, though not very accurately. Maybe adrenalin would speed me up.Go for it! The Stick urged.Easy for you to say, it's not your ass on the line.Oh? she asked, raising a philosophical question I was too scared to answer.As I was resetting my quiver by my hip for a quicker draw my cell phone vibrated, a welcome. Witnesses were paid off before the sheriff arrived, and suddenly my action was no longer self-defense anymore; it was murder. After I was arrested, a lynch mob quickly formed outside my cell. My brothers, upon hearing the news, formed a plan of their own and broke me out of jail. After a day's ride they went off in a different direction, hoping to lead them away from me. We made plans before parting to meet at a small town up north.So here I was, riding alone in a part of the country I had.