I tiptoed, (or as best as one can tiptoe when one is drunk) towards the kitchen, past Rebecca and Alex’s room. “Hey, Alex what should we do with him?”
I didn’t look up as a bullet came out of nowhere and rattled around the sheriff’s skull. Blowjob sex He squealed as I crushed his wrist with my boot. Not to mention the fine ass, either, as even though it was renowned for it’s brilliant service, it was a place for low-lifes, gamblers, whores and the cellar was used for storage of bodies, as there was a fighting ring in the attic, and it was supposed to be fists only, but a multitude of things could be worn on the wrist.
