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Awesome chapter. The perfect punishment for the crime.

Why is it the those with the strongest hate in their hearts are the ones who disobey the precepts of their faiths???

One can only hope the phone is with Thomas so he can be tracked...

Julie seems nice.

Nope Never have I used a rolling pin as a dildo

The action piles up in this chapter. Well written, too! Thanks for giving it to us.

This story gets better with each new chapter. Thanks!

A powerful chapter!!

Oh my goodness...brings me back to my wayward misspent youth...just after the dinosaurs passed and before we discovered leopard skin loincloths....

Like @Flip-Flop, I also was 10 years old at the time of the assassination and in the 3rd grade. As soon as school let out, I ran all the way home to tell my mother the news. She was in the kitchen quietly crying while listening to the radio. At the time we did not have a TV in the house as we siblings constantly fought over what would be watched. My older siblings would be home later and as such, my mother took me to the next town over and rented a TV. We were glued to it for the next several days. I was alone in the living room on the day Jack Ruby shot Oswald...It's a memory that is still vividly clear... My great grandmother had come out of her room to see what the fuss was when I yelled in shock...She was born in 1875, 10 years after the civil war, and saw so many things, electricity, flying to the Philippines to stay with her daughter who was doing missionary work, the first running of the Boston Marathon, both world wars, the moon landing, and so many other incredible events. She passed in 1976, one indelible memory was telling me stories of her great uncle Benjamin who was born in 1798 and passed in 1887. So much for reminisces, I loved the fact that Phil was able to get outside!!! Let's find Stanley and get Phil a date!~!~!

<Peeks out from under my rock> No customers lurking?

We filed out of the office, and I grabbed Chris and pulled him outside. He didn’t seem surprised. “Are you sure you painted the right picture?” “I think so, Greg. Yeah, can you give me any more paint?” “I write the laws, Chris, I could paint the damned picture for you if I wanted to, but that would be too far from what we both consider justice,” I said, exasperated. “Can you tell me which way to tilt the canvas?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve read the same man

Thanks for remembering these birthdays. I had meant to but got caught up in a family member's health issues. I miss him.

More to come in the next couple of days. ♥️

Oh Drew your the king of Lies!

This is rebel-propaganda, I'm never greedy!

It was great to see this chapter. Outstanding as always but far too long in coming.

As the saying goes… if you’re hungry or horney depends on where you put the cucumber. Nope. Never have I ever used an ear of corn for sexual purposes