After the attempted break-in he had gotten several more batons and made sure that one was available wherever he was. He even had one in a holster on t...he tractor. The guns Marta’s husband had were out and available as well, but Ken was hesitant to use them. He could control what happened with his baton, but once you fired a gun there was no taking it back. He and both women had done target practice to make sure they were familiar with the weapons, but he still trusted his night stick best. . . and that’s the biggest reason for my Fashion Minimalist ... it reclines. I have spent the night in it. Some days I’m here too long to drive home ... so.I sat on my chair on my side, he sat in my exceedingly ornate reject. The rat liked it. He settled in like ... well ... like he liked it.He started, “Godmama wants to ... something?”“Godmama?”“The Queen.” As if that made all the difference“Just making sure,” I said. I waved my hand in the gesture that says ‘please, continue.’He hemmed,. “Girl, Umbra is it? Yes, get into bed before you get cold.” He started to strip off as well and would have got in beside her, she was shivering with fright. “Relax, I’ll not tear your cunt tonight. I’ve got work to do.” Probably best not to go near her. A virgin mother of twelve would be the kind of thing to start a new religion, he had enough religions already.So, why not fuck the living shit out of the girl? He probably couldn’t have told you himself if pushed to explain. He wanted to. " Harlen said, seriously, and kicking off his high boots.She unfastened his pants and slid them down his legs and took them off his feet as he lifted them. She looked over his body, touching him here and there with her fingertips, sending little thrills through him as she did so.Wendy then regarded him curiously as he stood there, then he started slightly. He reached out and began to unbutton the blouse of her long dress. She watched his hands as he did so, smiling softly. The dress fell to the.