He kept that damned pistol of his at eye level, midway between me and the bozo who started the mess. He addressed me. "Sir! Do you have any other weap...ons on you?" Yessir," I said. "I've got a folding knife hanging in my right pants pocket." Carefully remove the knife and put it on the table and step back."I think that Deputy Hurley's thinking isn't really good if he lets me step close to the table with the gun laying on it, but I drop my right hand very slowly and remove the knife clipped in my. One of the reasons we picked the home we did is because of the basement apartment. We had great luck making some extra money via VRBO and Airbnb when we lived in Asheville. Of course I have to mention I had great fun fucking and sucking some very hot guests. It certainly was a double reward in many cases. It’s always nice to have a man in the house since my cuckold husband is spending a bit of time each week in Alaska and would likely love to hear a story or two of my slutty ways. He’s very. Much to my surprise, Becca was standing by my bed. She was wearing a long raincoat. She smiled as she held up the card that Natalia gave me. “Thanks, sweetie,” she remarked. “I appreciate all your help. So how was your night, dear?” “Unforgettable,” I answered. “I promise I’ll tell you everything in the morning. It’s a long story with a lot of details. But it was a very good night. How about you? What have you been up to?” “Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know?” Becca asked, as a grin formed on her. The provisions of the rest of the protections of the people were no longer valid.That was what "the Ruling Class" wanted. The problem was, the Ruling Class was getting old. Old men and old women, steeped in power and privilege, were dying. They were Law Makers and law makers must make laws ... they did.Passing laws that do not apply to themselves ... or their spouses and children.Arranging wars to remove the best of the opposition and doing it under the title of "Duty to God and Country."No.