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Brutal truth

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Забавная пачка "5000 дублей".
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 A family saga Volume Two

Finally, she said, "He's basically a g-good man… but I-I…" "… But, what…?" he prodded. "H-He drinks… and can't hold a j-job…" "… And, you've had to support him… and the kids?" "I… I ran away…" she confessed. It was his turn to be thoughtful before answering, "Well… I can see you had quite a burden… but why run away from it?" Dottie turned away from him, her face to the wall, the tears running freely and unchecked, now. She sobbed, "Our l-lives… absolute m-mess… you'd n-never believe…" "Why don't you try…?" "Wh-What do you m-mean…?" "Tell me about it… I listen good…" Little by little, detail by sordid detail, he was able to draw the story from her, asking questions, listening to her answers, trying to see things from her point of view, but not making any comments. When her recounting of all that happened up to the point of her leaving and subsequent arrival in Phoenix was finished, he told her. "I can understand most of it… and I can sure see that you had had as much as you could stand… but there's one thing I think you made a mistake on… you should have gathered up that young daughter of yours and taken her with you…!" It was the brutal truth

 In Cold Blood: A True Account of a Multiple Murder and Its Consequences

West whispered to him, “That was masterly, sir. “But a few of Green’s auditors were less enthusiastic; and after the jury retired to discuss the verdict, one of them, a young reporter from Oklahoma, exchanged sharp words with another newsman, Richard Parr of the Kansas City Star. To the Oklahoman, Green’s address had seemed “rabble-rousing, brutal.” “He was just telling the truth,” Parr said. “The truth can be brutal. To coin a phrase.” “But he didn’t have to hit that hard. It’s unfair.” “What’s unfair?” “The whole trial. These guys don’t stand a chance.” “Fat chance they gave Nancy Clutter.” “Perry Smith. My God. He’s had such a rotten life—“ Parr said, “Many a man can match sob stories with that little bastard. Me included. Maybe I drink too much, but I sure as hell never killed four people in cold blood.” “Yeah, and how about hanging the bastard? That’s pretty goddam cold-blooded too.” The Reverend Post, overhearing the conversation, joined in. “Well,” he said, passing around a snapshot reproduction of Perry Smith’s portrait of Jesus, “any man who could paint this picture can’t be one hundred percent bad

 Librarian with the hots

She threw back her head and began to moan wantonly. "Oh, Miss Friesen," he murmured. "You mustn't tell me 'no'. I've been living for this chance to be alone with you again. You're so wonderful. You make life seem so good." The boy had learned by now the arguments that would most appeal to her missionary instincts. His hands began to grope the out thrusting mounds of her tits. Roughly he pushed aside the barriers of her clothing. Her eyes were closed, as though she didn't dare look at the realities of what was happening. It was obvious she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But, unlike Miss Coke, it seemed Miss Friesen had a conscience to grapple with. He bent down and began to suck the rubbery, responding tips of her breasts. His hands kneaded their bases while his mouth worked greedily to bring her nipples to stiff erection. It had all been so sudden that Jane scarcely knew what had happened. The truth was she didn't want to know. She just wanted to feel, to experience. She had been so full of good intentions when she had brought the boy home, or had she? Was this really what she had wanted after all? To be carried away by the brutal force of their mutual passion? To let him take over and make her do what she craved with every fiber of her being? All these questions raced through her mind as she sank deeper and deeper under the spell of the boy's eager sexuality

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