He rolled a commode chair alongside the bed, helped her on, looking away as she emptied her full bladder and nervously quivering bowels. After considering the options, he placed the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. Xxnx He heard her breath coming in gasps and moans as he pushed up into her tender center, reached his work-calloused hands, grasping and fondling her small pale breasts that swayed before his eyes, as her coral colored nipples stiffened in the cool morning air. The roar of the old pistol’s barrel splitting as the shell exploded was deafening in the confined space. A WW II vintage American made Colt revolver, loaded, as lethal looking as anything he’d ever seen in his thirty years. You live alone in that wee little place by the old mill. Before he left for work, he woke her to a breakfast tray
