Richard C. Russell / Richard CRussell
Jennifer dropped into the old man’s lap again and rocked her ass against his erection, keeping time with the loud music. She was determined to get his money. Jennifer was young, blond, and beautiful. At fourteen, her two uncles began sexually abusing her. At sixteen, she ran away from home and joined the motorcycle gang. She had worked in the titty bar ever since. She was a top earner for the gang and a certified expert on the male penis. Sheriff Trudy Ann Goode was also young, blond and beautiful. She carried a badge and a gun, and she was deadly. The Mexican dopers who killed her daddy died at the border, as she pulled the trigger on them one by one. Did she kill the wrong ones? Did it matter?Junior Deputy Clyde Benson Jr. watched through his night-vision goggles as the drug mule dropped his AK and raised his hands above his head. He gasped in disbelief when he saw the heavy rifle bullet tear open the man’s chest. Dark green blood gushed from his chest as he collapsed on the desert sand and died. My God, he thought, surely she knew he was trying to surrender!
