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“All right. I’m ready. What are you going to tell me? That my kids are ready to come back to me? That they’ve seen the error of their ways and ask me to forgive them? I ain’t in no forgiving mood,and you tell them that.” The man said what he came to say. “What did you say? My wife ain’t no way dead. What a thing to…why didn’t you tell me that right off instead of making sure that I was—this is all that woman’s fault, ain’t it? She told you to come in here and tell me that lie to make me feel like her hexing me was right. Tell me that what’s going on?”

“Your wife is deceased. Sometime after she left here, she was caught shoplifting in one of the all-night stores. While the police were talking to her, she told them that she had the money to pay and that she was going to give it to the man who had called the police.” William said that didn’t sound like a reason to kill off someone. “No, it wasn’t what caused her death. When she reached into her pocket, the police were watching her, and when the gun came out in her hand, they opened fire on her when she shot one of the officers in the leg. She passed from a gunshot to the head. There were other shots, but that was what was determined what was her cause of death.”

“I don’t believe you.” The man nodded and handed him a picture. It was of his wife lying on some kind of table with a hole in her forehead. He was going on about something, the other man was, and all he could think about was that his wife, his lover, and his friend were gone. “How do I know that this is her?”

“Look at the second picture. She had a tattoo on her left hand wedding ring finger. As you can see, it’s there with her face in the picture.” He did see it there, but anyone could have done that before he could tell the man that he saw something that no one else would have known.

She’d had breast cancer. And instead of taking off all her right breast, the only thing that the doc did was remove the cancer. He said that it might not get it all but it turned out all right for them. The scar, a small one about the size of a dime, was there under her deformed breast for the drainage that had to be there when she caught a bad cold while recovering.

With shaking hands, he handed the pictures back to the man. There might have been more said, but like before, his mind was going all over the place. Sitting down on the cot, he was feeling pretty hopeless and didn’t know what he was going to do now that she was gone. They had expected it. She’d been real careful about going to the doctor and all, but to be killed like this, well, it wasn’t right.

“You all right, Mr. Damon?” He shook his head and then looked up at the man. “My family knows that you don’t have any money left. The courts have seized it all, and we’ll take care of the arrangements for you. She’ll be cremated and—”

“No, don’t do that. You can’t burn her up. She’s afraid of fire. She don’t want that done to her, and I was never going to do it. The thought of being burned alive scares her something terrible.” Instead of arguing with him, like the other doctor did when his wife was suffering so badly from the breast cancer operation that his wife wouldn’t know a thing, he said he’d take care of it for him. “I know that she won’t feel a thing, but that’s all we talked about when we were together.” He looked at him again. “Are you sure she’s gone?”

“Yes, sir, I’m sure.” A chair was brought to the man, and he sat down across from the cell. William could have reached out and grabbed the man and killed him, but he just didn’t have it in him. “We’re still trying to find out where she got the gun.”

“We bought it when we got ourselves here. Wasn’t hard. Just paid five hundred dollars to this man, and he even through in some ammo. I can’t believe that she’s gone.” He looked up from the floor. “Do the kids know? I mean, they must be pretty broken up to know that they caused the death of their own mother by making us come here. They should have done what they were told.”

He didn’t say anything, and William took that as an agreement. His grief was profound right now, and he just wanted someone to let him out of there so that he could go and see her. Hold her hand one more time.

By the time that his mind settled up a bit more, he turned to ask the man what could be done for him. Surely, they wouldn’t keep him in jail now that his wife was gone. But the man was gone. Not even the chair was there to tell him that he’d been there at all.

“That damned woman did this.” He didn’t know how it was her fault; she’d surely not told Patsy to rob the grocery store, not to mention taking a gun there, but it was like her luck and been takenaway, and now he was left alone with nobody around but his kids. And getting them to come to him was going to be harder now. His heart was broken, and it wasn’t his fault.

“Damned people. I hate them all.” Rolling onto his cot again, he cried. Using the end of his blanket as his tissue he was wondering what he was going to do now. If they…he was really broke, he was going to be in deep shit when he was able to get out of here. And by god, he was going to get out of here if he had to kill someone to do it. His kids were responsible for the shit that was going on, and they were going to fucking pay.

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They were headed up to bed later than they normally would have been but neither of them seemed to be as exhausted as they normally would be about this time of night. Wrangler had spent the evening with his brothers, the six of them running through the woods as they played whatever game they’d been doing, and he looked…well, he looked refreshed. Like he’d had a good long nap, something that she wanted, and was now feeling great.

“It’s the baby that’s exhausting you all the time. You’ll get used to it soon enough. Just make sure that you rest up more. I don’t want anything to happen to either one of you.” She said that she’d been drinking a lot of juice, too. “Good idea. Make sure that it’s fresh. And are you drinking the tea that Lily gave you to keep your belly stable?”

She made her way into the bathroom, so glad that they had one for each of them, and decided that she wanted to have her brains fucked out of her head. Laughing a little, she decided right then and there that she wasn’t going to wear anything to bed anymore. It was wonderful waking up in the morning or even in the night with Wrangler nibbling on her. He did that very well.

Amber looked down at her breasts when Wrangler continued to stare at her. She’d not spoken to him when she left the bathroom but watched him as he stood there. Christ, she loved this man. After a quick glance at his cock, she could see that she was having the perfect effect on him for some good old fashion fucking. Cupping her hands around them, trying to show them to him, had him coming just close enough that she could feel his breath on her skin.

“Don’t, Amber. Let me... Christ, but you’re beautiful.” His voice was husky and low. It did things to her body she’d not felt in...Well, not since they’d had sex just this morning.

When he cupped his hands over hers and lifted them with his, her breath caught. Then, when he smoothed his thumbs over the top swell of her, she closed her eyes, not wanting him to see the effect he was having on her. But she couldn’t stop the small moan when he ran his tongue along the same path.

Wrangler’s tongue was hot and wet as he moved it along her other breast. When he gently removed her hands and filled his with her breasts, Amber felt the ground tilt beneath her. It was like that every time he touched her. Even to take her hand into his.

“Please...I...please, Wrangler.” Amber hated to beg, but she needed more, more of what he was doing to her and more of what she was sure he could do to her. “I need you. So much.”

Wrangler seemed to understand and picked her up by cupping her ass in his hands and lifting her up so that her breasts were right at his mouth. As soon as her back touched the wall behind her, he pulled her nipple deep into his mouth. Every nerve in her body felt it. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Amber buried her fingers in his hair and held him to her.

“Baby, if you’re going to stop me, now would be the time. If not, I’m going to move us to that big bed and fuck you until we can’t move. Then me, Amber, tell me you want me as much as I want you.”

Amber’s hissed “yes” had her flat on the bed quick. His mouth moved up her shoulder even as she moved her hands to the front of his shirt. As soon as she touched it, it disappeared. Wrangler pulled back to look at her.

“Nice trick. Can you make us both naked again? I need to feel your body beneath mine now. Right now, Amber.” She did as he told her and was surprised by the feel of his cock at her entrance.

Wrangler’s pants had disappeared next, along with his boxer briefs, shoes, and socks. Amber reached down and cupped his hard cock in her hand. He was thick and hard. And the small pearl of cum on the tip made her mouth water. Thumbing it off, she brought it to her mouth and suckled it off.Wrangler growled deep.

“Take them off. Take them off before I tear them from your body,” Wrangler growled in her neck.

As suddenly as his clothes disappeared, hers did as well. Wrangler leaned up on his hands and looked down both their bodies. His cock throbbed with apparent need, and even her tight curls were wet with her cream. Wrangler leaned further back on his knees. Amber whimpered.

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