But even if I were returned to the land of the living, that was also unlikely to result in a good outcome: Mr Calhoun had driven his truck into a barn... instead of rushing Jo to the hospital, and I couldn’t think of a way that ended well for her. And I had disobeyed my mum, so she would be angry with me.I missed my family and friends, but I valued the security and protection of wherever I was.Time passed, although I had nothing to measure it by. The pressure grew and grew, but I was afraid of the. My bitch was on the treadmill and had positioned himself so he could stare at the two of them, as they bench pressed. The gym was full so we all worked out for twenty minutes or so until there was only two other girls and one guy left in there in addition to us five. Clearly my bitch couldn't wait any longer so despite the other people he went over to them and started stroking both of them through their shorts. I have made him such a little fag. I looked across at the girl and she smiled, the. The hand grenades that followed the shooting ended the lives of anyone not dead already. Leonard’s family suffered a similar fate, and when the initial attacks ended, police estimated that over seventy thugs were murdered. When newsrooms read through the extensive dossiers delivered just before the violence was discovered, their salacious reporting ended any bleeding heart sympathy for those who died.It was a win – win for certain.The violence continued for a number of weeks, drawing the FBI. " "But Sharon, . . . this is insane. I'm your husband." "Correction, you're a fucking sissy and I don't want you calling me Sharon anymore by the way. It's much too familiar for a maid." "Oh, really, well I happen to own this house, you know." "Not anymore, sissy girl. My lawyers found you incompetent and unable to attend to your affairs this morning." "Incompetent?" "Oh, I'm so sorry, sissy. I showed them your pictures." "Pictures! You showed them . . . Well, what does that prove?" .