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Rosie's Crucifixion

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Similar but Pp doesn't quite see that style gracing Barb's slender ankles. He guess that they more likely be just black but, regardless of the style, he has his hobble strap. If it can keep the night horse handy and stop it wandering from a stock camp while Pp lies wrapped in his swag it should limit Barb's movements as well.
 
Similar but Pp doesn't quite see that style gracing Barb's slender ankles. He guess that they more likely be just black but, regardless of the style, he has his hobble strap. If it can keep the night horse handy and stop it wandering from a stock camp while Pp lies wrapped in his swag it should limit Barb's movements as well.

come again.jpg Barb needs a primer in Aussie slang to decipher this.
 
Pp has an appointment out on the road with his image of cxslave goading him. He will need to return to this later Barb. Don't go away.
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View attachment 193760 So now I am Wragg's "double duty" plaything.

View attachment 193759 Hopefully I will wear him out and get to his computer, something is definitely brewing and I intend to be in the thick of it.

Even if you do, you will never figure out the password :confused:

Wragg, Pp thinks you might need some help here. Barb needs to be the one worn down to preclude any thoughts of brewing something herself.

With Pp, Rb, and Wragg on her case, I can't see Barb getting near the computer.... :eek:


besides :cool:

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Dorothy's using it :rolleyes:
 
I found Tree’s duster on the rail of the Tree house deck and put it on. I don’t know how the three women are still alive after more than twenty hours crucified in this chilly air. I start back up the hill and meet Tree coming down. I demand “Did you finish them?”

“Finish who?” he asks.

“Don’t play coy with me, Tree. Did you finish Rosie, Victoria, and Elizabeth?”

“You told me not to, Messa” Tree says to me.

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“Give me your pistol” I demand.

“A man doesn’t give up his gun, Messa” Tree says to me.

“Don’t worry; I won’t shoot off your balls. They might come in handy if I need you to think” I tell him.

He hands it to me and I ask “Where do I spin the chambers?”

Tree rubs his grey beard and takes the gun from my hands and slides something. He tells me to be careful; if I pull the trigger it will fire and it will be ready to fire again. He asks me if I know what I am doing and I say “Of course, I am French!”

I don’t know what he meant by that remark ‘you did well with the Nazis’. I walk up the hill above the Cruxton Abbey. Elizabeth is crying about something crawling around her ass and pussy. I take a look and say “It’s just maggots.”

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Then I walk over to Rosie. She is crying. I as her what is wrong and she says her cross is trying to take her back…

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I tell her “we can’t let that happen.”

I raise the gun and blow her brains out the back of her head. I move to the center cross and ask Victoria if she wanted the suffering to end. She made me promise I would end Elizabeth’s also. I pressed the gun against her sternum and the shattered breast bone ripped her heart and lungs apart.


Elizabeth offers weak protests but I touch her head forehead with the barrel of the gun and pull the trigger. The top of the stipe is sprayed with plume of blood and brain matter. I wish I had asked how to disarm this damn thing. I walk down the path firing into the air until the gun just clicks…

‘Damn that’s 14 shots’ Tree thinks. ‘I hope she hit them with one of them.”

He lights up a cigarette…

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TREE
 
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