Deacon had been tortured. The assholes who did it should have killed him. They had no idea of the hell headed their way.He also had a concussion accor...ding to Marcy. So it looked as though the assholes had a few day left to breath easy. I was wearing the colt in a hip hugging holster, which made it invisible inside the ass of my jeans. I didn’t expect any trouble inside the hospital, but I always tried to be prepared, I thought.“Come stay at my place,” Marcy said.“I think I’ll stay with Deacon. He looked pale, even frail. It was somewhat of a shock. The Judge had always been a big, strong man and he was rarely sick. Mac could see his hand tremble slightly as he took a drink. He suddenly realized that the Judge looked ill."Mac, I'm sitting on a big case that involves the RICO Act and racketeering. There are some big names involved here; very powerful people with mob connections." The Judge suddenly looked uneasy, taking a quick drink.Mac knew that the Judge always had the toughest. I didn't make friends easily, I was shy and tended to get alongbest with and played mostly with girls, much more so then the boys. Tillthis day I don't know why. It seemed that I felt more accepted by them,just one of the girls you could say.Still the thought never left my head that I always thought about being agirl, I really wanted to be a girl. I loved what they were allowed towear, their shine black Sunday shoes, wearing white lace dresses with thepuffy sleeves. Knee socks and ankle socks. ” I think the feeling of it inside her made her feel different and maybe not as mobile and free. I used my arms wrapped around her hips and pulled her back on my face even more and then repositioned my hands under both cheeks and began pressing her upwards a few inches and said, “Don’t worry baby, just let it happen” and she replied, “Oh my god, I can’t keep this inside me forever.” About that time, the tip of the banana appeared and she instinctively pinched hard to keep it inside which caused.