That steak knife was meant for you, I could just never get close enough. So now I'm going to just have to be satisfied with putting your ass in a stat...e prison.You see Barry, you assaulted me. I even have the hospital admission to back up my claim. Also I am a cop and you are a thug. The jury is going to believe me. Then there is Bruce, I think you murdered him, I saw you beat him relentlessly. You have never seen me testify. I am going to get on the stand and tell the Jury how you beat him. "With Sarua seated again at the table in her chair she passed me the first pic, "This is the living room, this picture is the diningroom and kitchen which is next to the living room." she said each time she passed me a pick which after a quik look at each picture, I then passed it on to Martha, "This is looking up at the loft, that over looks the living room and the diningroom and part of the kitchen, this is a picture of the loft, and then this is looking down from the loft at the front door. The others nodded their heads.“Let’s start with names, I’m Sir Jacob. And you?” he asked the spokesman, a large well muscled man with a scar on his face.“Zeke, sir.”“And you?” he asked the other man, slightly shorter than the other, but with an equally impressive physique.“Jonathon, sir.”“And you,” he asked the first girl, a pretty, curvy girl who obviously had a lot of white blood in her.“Mary, sir,” she said with a curtsey.The other girl was quite startling, tall and skinny with a fine boned. I know who she is." Tom smiled then and said, "Last weekend I fucked her. I fucked Melanie Roberts' pussy and it was great!" I sat there in stunned silence thinking about that. I asked if he had made her pregnant then, because I knew that was what fucking was for. He laughed and said, "No Peter. I used a rubber. You know those machines on the wall in a gas station bathroom? Those are rubbers and you put one on your cock so your seed doesn't go inside of the girl you fuck."That was news to.