They did, indeed, have shotguns concealed under their dusters. We collected them, their revolvers, and their knives. It was only a short walk to the j...ail where the crooks were locked in a cell, and the undertaker was called to take care of the dead one. He had enough cash on him to pay for his funeral, though, for only the one dollar minimum fee, the undertaker refused to throw in a wooden coffin. Oh, well, we didn't think that the dead man would care that much.The marshal gave us the four. "A woman Kathy's size shouldn't giggle as it makes her tits jiggle so enticingly."What, are you offering to help me out?" I replied drunkenly with a big smile."Sure, but I don't think Frank would be too keen, would you lover?" she said, directing the last bit at her equally drunk husband."It's not a problem for me," he said. "It's not like he hasn't fucked you before." Don't be nasty, Frank. Anyway that was all before I met you, my treasure," she giggled again, each movement of her tits making. That wonderful night with Jake must of had a profound effect on Ruth because she hadn’t made love to Melissa since, she just kept making excuses about being tired because of her increased work load with the class action. Ruth would often go out for hours on end without telling Melissa and one day, Melissa joked to herself that Ruth was having an affair with a work colleague, but she’d assumed that it’d be with a female colleague. Then suddenly that idea didn’t seem so preposterous. Melissa. Like what can I do, what can’t I do, and what will I do?What I can do? We can go with everything my dear little bug. Everything is right in my palm; the entire universe is literally in my hand right now. From tip to tip I am holding the universe like a small toy. I could stretch it, edit it like a modder playing with a game, I can erase, and even rebuild it in my vision. In fact, I have done all of that more times than you could count for the rest of your life.What I can’t do… That is something.