Contracted At The Registry She has too much work to do to get a cash-out of one billion dollars. Nick Neil was a playboy, a parole breaker. And in the cell, each time he was back, he re-occupied his position as the Marshall. Above all, he was generous with money. He spent it on warders and inmates and he had boys outside who had served their terms.Mrs Glady came out of the kitchen and chided him."Nick, you could not toast your wife. Oh. What a shy guy."He grinned and made hmm. "O-Okayy."He heaved up, crossing over to Laila, he was bending this way and that way.That was his happy moment style, bending-walking. Laila shivered.The marriage was contracted at the registry like a full-time marriage. So, no ohhh leave me.Not letting Laila a second of freedom, he carried her full breast with both hands, her nipple in his mouth, enjoying Laila's twistings. She was gripping the burglary rods behind, pleading. "Neil, sex me, please, please!"He told her to naked herself and stand with
"He will soon be back, Okay?" Mrs Gladys pacifies Laila. " He has spoken to me that he regretted what happened," she told her. " Liven up your spirit, here is money, shop anything you want with it"She persuaded her to go on a shopping spree and placed a huge envelope on her vanity table."Oh, Gosh!" Laila waved her head, her plan messed up?Cash out, establish, and reunite with David. She took another gaze at her face in the mirror and picked up the envelope, powered the car thinking when David would be back. It seemed the scales fell off her eyes. She did not go into the marriage to cash out and return to David's home before he came backShe wanted the money. She wanted to establish herself with it and by any means return to David to prove to his people she was not a gold-digger.She had called him before the marriage. His line did not go." If this bastard comes out as the Mom said, a few sexes, I am pregnant, to soon cash out," she said with perfect trust in her fertility.The
Contract marriage or not, does a wife have a choice when to be sexed by her husband? It was the poser Mr. Gladys kept asking Laila when Nick Neil tells her of Laila." Mo-mom...sh-she clo-closes her legs.""Stop that nonsense!" Mrs Gladys had barked at him on the phone." She-she" she mimicked him." A man as you, she closes legs. Listen," she told him, "if you don't impregnate her, no execution of your Will, okay?"The third time, she asked her, Laila " Don't be the reason we will not have the baby. Or you don't want money?"" Ma. It is not in the cell. The heir to the Neils' estate to be born in the cell?"" Does it matter to you? Yours is give us a child and go." She cut the line. She has to comply or rot in the cell, so did Mrs. Gladys stamp her word.Dr. Green, the owner of ADDAS came to the office. It had come to his knowledge from a friend who was shopping when Laila was manhandled for stealing and the action of the police.Outrightly, he was displeased at the chaos in his busi
What money cannot do, more money can do it It was not up to two hours after Dr. Pat left for Mason City that news came that he had been shot dead while standing at the City's medium prison gate.In Lincoln, CEO David was back. He had raised Atlas Corp as one of the notable manufacturers of potent medicines, and medical laboratory equipment, entered into an MOU with Nickel One in Namibia, and sent pitches to five heads of countries after attending an FAO meeting in Milan where he presented a paper on how to make food sufficient for the third world countries: The third world countries with arable lands could, with their government's involvement, form cooperatives in each constituency. The children of the third world need education, food, and water, and the huge population is mainly peasant farmers. They need a drastic modern farming system to meet their obligations. Using Rice farmer's cooperatives, as a case study, each cooperative farmland will be irrigated, powered by cheap energy
It was 7:00 a.m. local time. Two men broke a car's glasses. Nobody knew where they came from. They broke another, broke another car and they were not mad. People rushed out to challenge them. "In this Mason City?" A man rushed one with an uppercut, he stagger with the pain. Another upper cut, another, from all sides, they rushed two of them. Dammit! He gave one of his attackers head boot. The police car screeched. They were in cuffs. From the court, they got a prison remand and smiled.DBD had never been to prison before. Now, he has gone to prison by choice. Yes by choice. Work and spend the money or stay in the yard, playing snooker. He is a perfect job man. When one had committed crime many times and had never been to jail, what is he? Teng was a retired police officer. Retired, not by age. Something happened and he resigned.But within the five years he served his fatherland in Malaysia, he was about to destroy the fatherland.They kept their ears to the ground. The Ci
Something is impossible but Nothing is impossible. It all depends on who are the actors, and how much are you willing to pay.The two allejos understood the power of Nick as the Marshal was money. Money. Money. Apart from that, they don't think he could survive the survival-of-the-fittest life in the cell much less being the Marshal.But they have to know him more and the oddity why his mother arranged a wife for him in the prison yard.The prison bell rang. Five minutes later, two prison officers came and opened the door and all the awaiting trial men of the J-One came out.Teng trespassed to the window of the next cell.The Marshal of the cell was hanging at the window, his nose, and forehead resting against the rod of the window.A coincidence. Both of them knew each other.Restricted to exclaim, Teng whispered"You're here!?"The guy, the way he gripped the iron bars, and shook himself, he wanted to fly out and hug Teng."What happened?""Mehhnnn ...""Man-U!" "My guy! Na so."
" How do you see the suggestion? Teng asked DBD in the lavatory.The lavatory had been like their private room. It is a toilet with a tiny window the regulars hang. They are not the authority who occupies the four corners of the cell."Time to bath, get back to Man-U and crack him. Allow me to crack him." DBD gave Teng a sign.Two prison guards on duty opened the door and the inmates came out, stretching in exercises, excited.In the next thirty minutes, the bell will toll, and all will be herded in. DBD gave himself an ultimatum. Crack him now or die. Some unprocessed information had been tormenting him. He does his jobs with clinical precision, even if entails staying for a year for example pushing trolleys to get the information he wants.The problem of a detective is working with scanty info. So, he needs more info, direct from the source.He told the Marshal to pass Claro to him. The prison guards were around watching to make sure no inmate trespassed.Marshal Nick smiled and
Laila has gone mad DBD gritted his teeth. Lit a cigarette and drew on it with a power, a trail of smoke escaping from the nose.Teng pinched him, "Easy. We're on track"He threw the remainder off the lavatory window and pushed himself through the moving bodies of inmates narrowing into the lone door as the prison guards who opened it stepped aside for them.He beckoned the prison guard that connected them to their superior. He had been loitering around unprofessionally to be seen. In a jiffy, because he had ten minutes left, he asked him for a minute's attention.The prison guard looked around like a rotating camera before marching a step closer to him.He did not want him to go through his superior. It was a dangerous assignment he could do and resign or do and if caught, be jailed. He may lose nothing since he was already a jailer. A jailer jailed, no qualms."There is a lady prisoner here, Laila. Just tell her David's boys are here for her." He walked tightly to him and dram