"Who is calling?" she asked a little cautiously, like she knew it could be overheard."This is Sylvia Porter. I thing you came to see me today," I said... in a business like voice of my own."Yes I did Miss Porter. I am interviewing some of the residents of County Seat who might have some insight into the Mary Ellen Poole case," she stated still using that business like voice."And you think I could help you?" I asked carefully."I would rather meet face to face for this interview. We are using the. They are hard to conceal and quite impractical. What criminals use are handguns. What made these weapons dangerous wasn’t what they looked like; it was that they were designed to use military sized magazines of ammunition. Some of the magazines were really amazing. You had extended thirty round magazines for some pistols that stuck out the bottom of the regular handgrip, and some assault weapon types could accommodate a hundred rounds or more in military issue circular magazines.What we needed. There was only so much a man could take, and Mike put hispetite foot down. His mother seemed slightly put out by herdaughters refusal, but on second thought was pleased shewas getting into it finally. The refusal was more like theMichelle she was used to. After two and a half hours, theyhad a respectable collection of bags and boxes, again beingcarried by the chosen security guard. The reason one wasspecifically tasked for that was so that those guards thatwere armed and needed to draw their. They turned her over on her naked belly, and made her sit on her hands and knees.The same woman that had poked her wooden cane in mother’s vagina had another target on sight now...A few of the women grinningly took hold of mother’s, big, naked buttocks, and spread them wideopen, so her tightly puckered anus was clearly visible for everyone.The woman wielding the cane put the top of her wooden torture tool against mom’s bumhole, and forcefully pushed it deep inside my poor mother’s body,.