“Anyone have any particular objections to at least those sixteen being sentenced to death?” Tom asked the room.There was momentary silence before ...Les slowly raised his hand. “I’m fundamentally opposed to any death penalty, no matter how serious the crime. To me sentencing someone to death is just as much murder as pulling a trigger, or whatever. I vote against.”A few others were nodding at his words, but Tom intervened before anyone else could speak. “Stephen, do you have anything to say on. "Come," she said, and she took me up to her bedroom. "The girl sleeps soundly," she whispered as she stood in my arms, face to my chest, "but we should be as quiet as we can be."I bent and kissed her. Then we undressed without conversation and slid under the quilts, both of us wearing only our skins and our smiles. After a bit of fumbling, kissing, licking, petting, sucking and grabbing, she arched her body to mine and whispered, "Take me."We meshed, side by side, gradually and steadily,. Carlie and the baby would be a couple of thousand miles away. I couldn't go to them and they'd never be coming to me.Dad was there, with Ivan and Svetlana flanking him. There were a few people from Mom and Dad's work and some friends that I didn't know or remember. And a step away stood Isabeau, looking beautiful and forlorn. I stood on the opposite side of Mom's casket in my dress greens, with my close cropped snowy white hair and emotionless face.I guess it was a nice service. I wasn't. We held hands and occasionally kissed passionately, but mainly we just sat and relaxed. I took about ten minutes to dry before as if by magic a gentle shower came on from the ceiling and began to wash the mud away. We stood under the shower massaging each other, my cock permanently erect, Marina’s nipples standing proudly to attention. There was still some mud left in the bucket and we could see from the clock that we had just over half our time remaining, so we decided to repeat the process..