4 comments/ 9037 views/ 9 favorites Tell'em Willie Whoremaker Was Here By: silliesam Author's note: All rights reserved. No reproduction of this material is allowed without the expressed written permission of silliesam. Not intended for minors or those with weak hearts! This is the story of a fictional town populated with people that may accidentally resemble some American TV characters from shows old and new. If you are familiar with the old western "High Noon" with Gary Cooper then you will understand the basic plot. Except this time the sheriff loses and everybody gets to have a go with his wife and sister as anarchy ensues around town. This is my first attempt at writing anything for a very long time, so I decided to start with something light, fun and easy to see if I could get something finished. You might even find a laugh or two in here so keep you sense of humor handy. Enjoy! Sillie Sam I yam! Chapter 1 7:30 am, Friday morning. Sheriff Ross Heller's brownish grey uniform pants with the yellow stripe down the side of the each leg drooped around his ankles while he stuffed his younger sister's cunt full of hard meat, his gun holster tapping the floor with every thrust. "Ooohhh, fuck me Ross. Give your slutty baby sister what she needs," Monica grunted, her hot breath fogging up the polished surface of the sheriff's desk as she stood bent over one side, ass up in the air. Ross responded by going into overdrive, rapidly thrusting in and out of her steaming wet pussy. He kept an ear open in case his deputy returned early from making his rounds. His office was separated from the rest of the small town jail by only his office door and it was hardly sound proof. If Deputy Joey Porniani came back, Ross and Monica would have only moments to recover and hide their sinful shame before Joey came knocking on the office door looking for him. "Fuuuck...yeah! Oh baby, you like that don't ya?, he said louder than he intended; the pleasurable sensations dictating the volume of his voice. Monica could only grunt her approval. Ross let go of her hips and leaned forward to take possession of her soft, firm tits. He wrapped his arms around her body and his fingers easily found her cherry red nipples as they were swollen with lust. He pinched and twisted them unmercifully making his sister moan like a cheap whore. Not satisfied with the slower pace, he released her tits and stood erect, taking hold of her hips again, pounding away furiously. "That's it Ross. Fuck me fast and hard. I need it so baaaad", Monica cried. The increased pace of the fucking meant Ross would not last long and Monica could feel her brother's cock begin to swell. She turned her head back to face him and gave her sluttiest 'come hither' look. "Don't come in my pussy baby. I haven't had breakfast yet and I need every drop of your hot cum to quench my appetite," she said licking her lips for effect. "Oh fuck, Monicaaaaa," he yelled as her dirty look and words sent him past the tipping point. His cock blasted the inside of her cunt coating the walls with his slimy seed. One spurt, then another and another and another and so on for what seemed like an eternity, frozen in ecstasy, paralyzed by orgasm. Monica was likewise enthralled, her own hand replacing her brother's, twisting and pinching one nipple then the other. Her entire body trembled while her cunt gripped its pulsating, throbbing captive like a Chinese finger cuff, refusing to let go until she was done with it. Their mutual orgasm slowly subsided and gave way to gasping breath and sweaty foreheads. Ross stepped back, his wet softening cock slipping from its satiated captor. They both softly gasped at the disconnecting moment, trying to catch their breath. "Fuck, Monica," Ross began, "I know it's wrong but I just love fucking you. I always cum so hard!" "I do too, sweetie," she replied smiling while snatching her panties off his desk chair and putting them on, "But since you didn't give me my breakfast," she smiled at him, "I guess I'll have to just eat something normal like everybody else. I'm starving and bacon and eggs, and pancakes...hmmmm... that sounds great right about now." Her stomach growled in agreement. They both dressed hurriedly as always. Being careful not to get caught was the important thing. Sheriff Heller, always the worrier, watched his sister get dressed thinking that the good citizens of Poonsboro would not approve of his behavior. "You know if we ever get caught they will probably run us out of town?" he asked for no particular reason. Monica frowned at her brother sending him the unspoken message 'It's not like we haven't had this same conversation a million times'. "Big whoop-de-doo, Ross. Probably is the best thing that could happen to us," she replied, "Getting thrown out of Poonsboro is like getting thrown out of the Burger Palace. No BFD, big brother. Besides, we just take care of each other's needs because our spouses both suck the big one. Rachel turned into the ice queen and, well, Chandler goes off faster than a bottle rocket with a short fuse. If it wasn't for you I would probably just be fucking somebody else anyway. A girl has her needs too you know." "I know I'm just sayin'," Ross began. "Oh, blah, blah, blah," Monica cut him off, fastening the last button on her blouse, "Do you want something to eat? I'll go and..." At that moment Ross' desktop computer made a startling beeping noise that made them both jump. They looked at each other and then to the PC. "Wow, I haven't heard that in a long time," he said and went to his desk chair. "What is it?" "It's a priority message from the statewide law enforcement network," Ross said as he clicked on the link. Monica was putting her shoes on when she heard him react. "Holy shit! You're not going to believe this," Ross exclaimed. "What?" "William Horniker was released from prison this morning for good behavior." he stated unbelievingly, eyes wide and mouth open staring at the PC monitor. Ross tried to keep the memories of that night out of his head but knew that wasn't going to happen. "What! Willie Whoremaker got out of prison for good behavior?" she asked restating the obvious. "What he do, get hold of the warden's wife and fuck her senseless? I mean that's ridiculous, he wasn't supposed to get out for another ten years." Her own mind raced back to that night twelve years ago when it seemed the whole world went insane. She shuddered when she thought about that night and, like most residents of Poonsboro, has tried to block it out ever since. Monica honestly didn't know what to think about the whole situation and was left speechless. Ross recovered first and said, "I have to make some phone calls. I've got to find out where he is and where he's heading. I'll be damned if he is going to come back here and start shit like last time." "Uugh, OK. I'll go and get you some breakfast", Monica paused, "Does Joey know? You know, about Willie?" She asked because Joey only came to Poonsboro three years ago when Ross hired him as deputy. "No. I never told him," he replied, struggling with his own thoughts and memories. Ross thought it was going to be a quiet weekend. Most of the town's school-aged kids were gone on the yearly field trip, this year to Washington D.C. and the Smithsonian museums. But the knot in the pit of his stomach told him that this weekend would be anything but quiet. Chapter 2 8:12 am, Friday morning Inside Bling's Dry Cleaners sat a young woman lost in her own deep thoughts, oblivious to the world. With her blonde roots showing beneath a bad black dye job, black eye makeup, black clothes and multiple face piercings, Jan Grady was definitely going out of her way to stand out among the staid citizens of Poonsboro. She enjoyed the thought of being the black sheep of the family and reveled in the way her presence made most people uncomfortable. Well last night she raised the bar for badness in her world she thought. She let her right hand travel down inside her unbuttoned pants to her crotch as she stood behind the front counter staring out the glass storefront at the sleepy little town and masturbated herself thinking of last night. She shuddered at the memory of her three brothers using her body for their own pleasure. Jan bit her bottom lip as she remembered how they called her a dirty slut and a whore and was good for nothing but taking cock and drinking cum. She loved how they tore the clothes off of her and made her get on her knees then slapped her face with their hard dicks, pushing into her mouth for a quick hump. Her hand was moving fast now as she relived the incredible feeling of having all three of their cocks in her at once. Her clit was on fire and the surrounding pussy flesh moist with arousal as she sank first one, then two fingers into her sopping cunt, rubbing across her clit the entire time. Her youngest brother, Bobby had just turned 18 and she loved the fact that she was corrupting him. Turning him into an incestuous, horn dog pussy hound their mom would so disapprove of. She made a conscious effort not to rub her hard nipples with her other hand since that was above the countertop and anyone walking by could see into the storefront and catch her. She was gripping the countertop with her free hand instead, leaving fingernail scratches along the surface as she recalled the feeling of all three of her brothers climaxing, Greg in her ass, Peter in her pussy and Bobby in her mouth. Now the next step was getting her little sister Cindy to join the family fun. She, like Bobby, had just turned 18 and still wore her hair in little pigtails like she did as a child but those massive tits on her chest definitely did not belong to any child. Jan despised both her sisters; Cindy because of the size of her chest, Marsha because of...well because she was Marsha, little miss perfect. It just wasn't fair that Jan looked so ordinary by comparison to either one of them and it burned her up inside, fueling her resentment and jealousy. Jan was getting close to bringing herself off when she saw Monica Bling walking quickly toward her store. "Fuck! I hate that bitch. Why is she coming over here...and now of all times?" Jan asked an empty store as she pulled her fingers out of her wet pussy and wiped them on the leg of her pants. Monica opened the front door with the sun shining behind her as she entered. "Jan, where's Marsha?" "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!" Goth Jan spat back, "You think I give a fuck where that bitch is at?" "Jan, I don't have time for your shit. Something big has come up and I need to tell you both about it before something happens," Monica added. Jan dropped the tough bitch act as she could see that Monica was definitely worried about the news she had to share. "What's up?" she asked cautiously. Monica took a deep breath, spread both hands on the countertop to steady herself and looked Jan directly in the eye. "William Horniker was let out of prison this morning," she said matter of fact, no fluff. Jan sat there in silence as she let the news sink in, her eyes wandering off as she looked into the past at the night that changed their lives forever. "Wha...how did that happen?" Jan asked as genuine fear gripped her stomach. "He was let out on GOOD BEHAVIOR," Monica answered, emphasizing the 'good behavior' part as it was so unbelievable. "Oh crap," Jan said out loud, "Is he coming here?" "Don't know yet but the Sheriff is finding out and promises he will not let anything happen if Willie shows up," Monica answered trying to reassure but instead irritating Jan as Monica referred to her brother as the 'Sheriff' instead of just saying 'Ross'. 'I really can't stand this bitch,' Jan thought. "I don't know where Marsha is. Probably helping an old lady cross the street or rescuing a cat out of a tree," Jan said sarcastically, "I'm sure she is doing a good deed somewhere like a perfect stepford bitch should." Monica frowned at Jan exasperated and said, "If you see her, will you tell her please?" "Yeah, no problem," she answered, and then continued quietly, "You know Willie never found Marsha that night...even though he seemed to find everyone else." "Yeah, I know but she needs to be warned anyway," Monica said as she left the dry cleaners. Jan watched Monica as she walked away, her jet black hair swishing back and forth in time with her cute little ass swaying back and forth, and thought that Monica would make a good goth slut with her naturally dark hair. Her thoughts quickly returned to Willie and what his arrival would mean for her and all of Poonsboro. She doubted Ross would do much against Willie since he ran and hid last time, twelve years ago, and that it took an army to bring Willie in and put him on trial. Jan knew that if he showed up, there would be hell to pay for everyone in town and she just had to figure out how to take advantage of it this time instead of being a scared high school girl like last time. "Marsha may be the beauty queen and Cindy the tit queen, but I'm the evil queen and the evil queen is gonna have some serious fun if Willie shows up," Jan decided as she began plotting how to get even with her sisters and her mother for all of the perceived injustices in her life. Chapter 3 9:19 am, Friday morning Sylvia Emanuel has worked for Mayor Bling for over five years and was enjoying training her new assistant, Cindy Grady. The luscious young teen had caught the eye of the Mayor and Sylvia so they both schemed together to seduce her. Over the past week Sylvia had been flirting with her with inadvertent touching and rubbing, telling her how pretty she was and how the Mayor thought so too. Now it was Friday and Sylvia thought Cindy, after just one week on the job, was ripe for the picking by the way she giggled and smiled with each skillfully planned tease. Sylvia was proud of herself for making such quick progress with the young tart. Mayor Chandler Bling had hidden cameras set up in his office to record Sylvia and Cindy together and then planned to use it to blackmail Cindy into being their office slut. Chandler couldn't deny his feelings for Sylvia he found, she understood him much better than his wife Monica. Where Monica was bossy and pushy and more than slightly annoying, Sylvia was soft and gentle, understanding his needs, even the nastier, perverted ones. The thirty-three year old Dutch immigrant with soft brown hair captured his heart with her wide, expressive eyes, pouty lips and slender body. If anything, Sylvia shared his nasty desires and that is how they came to know one another intimately, and together, they planned to have fun with their new hire. Currently he was hiding in his private bathroom waiting with a boner in his pants, anticipating the day's events. "I've finished the Mayor's expense report and have filed the minutes from the last town council meeting'" Cindy said to Sylvia in the Mayor's outer office. "That is wonderful Cindy," Sylvia replied smiling, her smooth, silky-toned, accented voice giving Cindy a sense of warm approval, "Can you come with me into the Mayor's office for a minute, darling. I have something new I want to talk to you about. I think you will really enjoy this project." Meanwhile... The tiny bell above the door to Blingbrew Coffee shop rang frantically as Monica burst in to find her best friend from childhood, Rachel Preen, waiting on the few customers there. Rachel pointed to a table and Monica saw that the third member of their little clique, Phoebe Moe, was sitting there sipping her latte. Monica moved over to join Phoebe, absently wondering again why Rachel did not take the Heller name when she married Ross. Rachel soon joined them after delivering the latest order and heard Monica's news. Like everyone else she was shocked and scared, unsure what his release meant for her and the rest of Poonsboro. "Who is Willie Horniker'" Phoebe asked. She too, like Joey, was a recent newcomer in town and did not know who or what her two friends were talking about but could tell by the look on their faces that it was very serious. "God Monica, what if he's coming back here?" Rachel asked nervously. "WHO IS WILLIE HORNIKER?" Phoebe repeated, loud enough so that the other patrons overheard and looked over to their table. "Did you say Willie Horniker is out of prison?" asked Peg Lundy, her red hair twisted and piled on top of her head like a swarm of angry hornets swirling around. Monica shook her head yes and Peg suddenly smiled and rushed out of the coffee shop, making the tiny bell over the door go crazy again. With a heavy sigh Monica began the long sordid story of that night twelve years ago. "Willie was a boy we went to school with..." Monica began. "A boy! Hmmmph," Rachel interjected. She was cut off quickly with an angry glare from Monica and then the story continued. "Our senior prom was three days after Rachel's eighteenth birthday. She was the youngest of our graduating class of twenty-two seniors. That night Willie went fucking crazy. I mean totally whacko. He showed up late and wasn't wearing a tux so we kinda knew something was up. Willie went on stage and let out a scream or roar or whatever you want to call it, it just scared the hell out of me. OK, then he picked up the lead singer of the band and just tossed him out into the crowd head first. The rest of the band hauled ass and so did most of the kids there," Monica started. "Some of us were stupid enough to stay..," Rachel began before getting another menacing look from Monica. "So ANYWAY,' Monica began again, "Willie jumped off the stage and started coming towards us until our biology teacher Mrs. Beever got in the way. Willie grabbed her by the hair with one hand and ripped her dress open with the other. I was...we were all shocked and just stood there staring at her tits quivering not sure what to do." "Why didn't somebody stop him?" Phoebe asked. "They tried. The principal ran over but Willie just knocked him out with one punch. That's when things really started to get freaky. He threw Mrs. Beever to the ground and dropped his pants. I swear Phoebe he had the biggest dick I have ever seen in my life," Monica said with eyes wide and eyebrows arched. "That's what freaked me out too," Rachel started, "I never saw anything like THAT before! Gosh, June Beever, I haven't thought about her in years. Weren't you surprised when you saw she had on sexy red panties and bra?" "Yeah, especially since she always dressed like she was living in the fifties with those long skirts and ugly blouses," Monica answered. "Anyway, Willie tore her panties off and started fucking her right there on the floor of our high school gymnasium. " "Hey, hey language ladies. This is a family establishment. Keep it down please," Gunner the manager said. He looked wistfully at Rachel, hard pressed to be angry at the one woman he loved more than life itself. "If only she would look at me and say 'Hey Gunner, how are you?' just once," he thought. "Well, what happened next?" Phoebe asked her attention squarely on the sordid story unfolding. "That's when Mrs. Grady, Marsha's mom, ran over there and tried to get Willie off her," Rachel said as she took up the story. "She was just hitting Willie over and over again with her tiny little fists while he just kept fucking Mrs. Beever like a rag doll. Mrs. Beever was moaning like a whore, I tell ya." "Ladies, PLEASE! Keep it down will ya?" Gunner asked as politely as he could. If it had been anybody else other than Rachel and her friends he would have asked them to leave but Gunner would never do anything to make Rachel mad at him so they got the toothless warning instead. "Well, Willie," Rachel continued in a whisper, "grabbed Mrs. Grady and pulled her down on top of him and Mrs. Beever. That's when Mrs. Beever stopped fighting and really started moaning loud. She wrapped her legs around Willie and started begging him for more. He pulled her bra down and then pushed Mrs. Grady's face down there and made her suck Mrs. Beever's boobs! Right in front of all of us!" Tell'em Willie Whoremaker Was Here "Oh my God. I was so freaked out!" Monica added. "Then Mrs. Beever had this massive orgasm while Willie was just thrusting in and out. When he was done with her, he moved on top of Mrs. Grady, pushed her dress up around her waist and started in on her too." "Get the fuck outta here! You guys are pulling my leg," Phoebe tested the truth of her friend's story. "I wish!" Monica responded, "But I'll never forget how Mrs. Grady stopped fighting too after a couple of minutes and started asking for more and harder and faster." "Yeah, remember how she kept saying 'it's been so long' over and over again?" Rachel asked. "Oh yeah, I remember. Every freakin' minute of it. I'll never forget that night for as long as I live," Monica answered shaking her head, "I remember thinking there was no way Willie could fit his giant dick inside either of the those two, but he did, over and over again. And you know what? They loved it!" Back at the Mayor's office... "Oh, Ms. Emanuel, I'm not sure we should be doing this," Cindy said nervously as she was shoved up against the filing cabinet, pressed hard by her mentor, the cabinet clunking against the wall. "Cindy, I have to have you. You are so beautiful it's hard for me to concentrate when you're around," Sylvia said as she reached under Cindy's sweater with both hands cupping her huge tits. She began massaging them through the thin material of her bra and Cindy moaned lustfully in response. "I think you're beautiful too," Cindy began, "Ohhh...Ms. Emanuel... this is... we shouldn't be..." Cindy tried to say. "Kiss me Cindy. I need you so bad," Sylvia interrupted thinking how easy this seduction was going to be and then pressed her soft lips against Cindy's tender mouth. She forced her tongue into her mouth and began to explore, Sylvia giving the soul kiss everything she had. She stopped long enough to look into Cindy's blushing, excited face and said, "Let's be beautiful together, baby. Let's fuck. Right here, right now." Gasping, Cindy asked, "What... about the... Mayor?" "Don't worry about him. He won't be back for at least an hour," Sylvia responded, tweaking Cindy's nipples, happy with how fast they were hardening under her expert handling. "Besides, I know you want this too and I know how important it is to you to become a full-fledged member of the Mayor's staff. That's what we want too Cindy, for you to be on our team one hundred and ten percent. Do you understand?" Sylvia lifted the front of Cindy's sweater above her tits and marveled at her flawless white skin. She was so overcome with lust that Sylvia had to fight the urge to bury her face in Cindy's cleavage, "Isn't that what you want Cindy?" she asked as she slowly pulled the cups of Cindy's bra down exposing her large, firm teenage breasts, "To be a part of our team, our family?" "Oh yes, Ms. Emanuel. More than anything'" Cindy answered, her eyes glazed over with passion. Ms. Emanuel was the most beautiful and exotic woman Cindy had ever known and even though she never thought of herself as gay or bisexual, she caught herself many times over the last week gazing at her, admiring her beauty and sophisticated elegance. Deep down Cindy wanted to be just like her and as such she offered little resistance to Sylvia's advances. 'This is what beautiful, powerful, sophisticated women do,' she thought to herself justifying the whole depraved ordeal. "Then kiss me Cindy. Show me how much you want to be on our team," Sylvia baited. Anticipating a positive response, she resumed kneading her soft tit flesh, admiring the youthful pinkness of her rock hard teenaged nipples. The silky tit flesh made Sylvia's mouth water and set her pussy on fire. She was to have this bitch today and was determined more than ever to make a slut of her. After a slight hesitation Cindy made the first move bringing her lips to meet Sylvia's. Both women groaned, their brains saturated with the heated sexual energy growing between them. They began undressing as fast as their hands could fly, Cindy's big fat titties bouncing seductively with every move. Mayor Bling was watching the entire event unfold from his bathroom, his cock so hard he thought it would explode into a million pieces. When the ladies started undressing Chandler began to fish his weenie out of his pants but before he could make a clean extraction he shot off prematurely all over the floor of the bathroom. "Damn it," he said in a whisper as he reached for the hand towel hanging on the wall hook. He could hear Sylvia and Cindy heating things up in his office while he wiped off his hand. "Ohh...aaagghhh," Cindy moaned. Sylvia responded, "You like that slut? Do you like having your whorish tits pinched and squeezed?" "Ohh yessss...My titties ALWAYS ache for attention, Ms. Emanuel." "I bet your little pussy is soaking wet for me right now too, isn't it?" Sylvia continued. "Oh fuuck yesss..." Cindy answered as she felt Sylvia's hand slip off her tit and slide down the front of her panties. They were soaking wet and Sylvia sensed it was time to go in for the kill. She began rubbing Cindy's cunt from the outside of her panties, up and down the moist, slippery slit. "What a naughty slut you are baby. You like me taking control don't you? You want me to teach you things? Nasty, filthy sexy things?" Cindy bit her lower lip and shook her head yes, pigtails bobbing, as Sylvia maneuvered her over to the couch. Chandler had just finished cleaning up the floor when his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He had put it on vibrate for today's fun because he did not want to be interrupted for any reason. Looking up at the ceiling he whispered his frustrations, "FUCK, are you kidding me? I just can't CATCH a break." Chandler saw it was Ross and ditched the call sending it to voice mail. He knew Ross would be calling his office soon since he didn't answer his cell so he sent a quick text message to head that off. Chandler was determined to not let anything interrupt his chance at banging that hot teen slut Cindy Grady. Ross texted back saying it was extremely urgent that they speak right away, it was an emergency. Chandler could think of no reason why there would be an emergency in Poonsboro, nothing ever happened in the sleepy little town but he knew he had to do something before Ross showed up at his office. Chandler texted that he would be in Ross' office in ten minutes and peeked out the bathroom door to see how Sylvia was doing with Cindy Cindy was completely nude, lying back on the couch, her titties standing tall and proud on her teenage bosom, her legs spread wide with one foot on the floor. Sylvia, completely nude also, was on her knees with face and fingers buried in Cindy's snatch. Cindy was more aroused than she ever had been before in her entire life. She made the sounds of a bitch in heat as Sylvia's tongue wickedly whipped back and forth across her clit, her two fingers sawing in and out of Cindy's dripping cunt. "Damn, I can't believe my luck. Could it GET any worse," Chandler mumbled to himself as he tore his gaze away from his office and looked around the bathroom trying to come up with a plan to sneak out without disturbing the girls. Then it came to him in a flash of imagined genius. Mayor Chandler Bling, the wealthiest man in town, respected citizen and the highest elected official in Poonsboro, snuck out the bathroom window like a desperate refugee from a date gone bad. "Ohh, Ms. Emanuel. I'm gonna..." Cindy cried in ecstasy as her entire body stiffened up, stopping her from finishing the sentence. The powerful orgasm racked her sweaty body as she thrashed about on the couch. Her ass came off the cushion as she tried to push her cunt against Sylvia's face even harder, her full, round tits bouncing back and forth and round and round like a wild carnival ride. Sylvia stopped torturing the young slut and kept her mouth glued to Cindy's twat, sucking in the girl nectar she loved so much. Cindy lay there panting with her legs spread and juice running down her thigh thinking that life couldn't get any better. Sylvia released the tender, wet folds of her pussy from her mouth and slowly kissed her way up Cindy's hot young body. Cindy trembled as she felt Sylvia's lips first kiss her hips, across her flat washboard stomach, upwards to her huge breasts; kissing the undersides of each before reaching the peaks. Sylvia gave one long, thick, deliciously pink nipple a good hard suck, pulling and stretching it while caught in her lips, then the other, all the while smiling at Cindy. "So Cindy, how do you like being my slutty office assistant?" Sylvia asked after the nipple play. She lay on top, brushing away Cindy's blonde sweaty bangs from her forehead. Sylvia continued to kiss her face ever so softly, the butterfly kisses making Cindy blush furiously. "Oh Ms. Emanuel, I love it so far," Cindy began smiling then looked Sylvia in the eye with all seriousness, "I want you to know that I want to be the best assistant ever and I will do whatever you ask." With her enthusiasm boiling over the young, impressionable teen continued, "For the first time in my life I feel like I have a real purpose here in this town and I want you to show me everything, teach me everything. Consider me an open book." "Darling, that's wonderful. The Mayor will be so happy," Sylvia said waiting for Cindy to respond to the mayor reference. She could see the puzzled look on the girl's face and immediately took charge. "That's right my sweet young dear. We're all one big happy, horny family here in the Mayor's office," Sylvia smiled. "You mean all three of us together? Doing sex and everything?" the teenager asked wide-eyed and grinning. "Well, you do want to be a part of our team don't you?" Sylvia asked testing the girl's appetite, "It's all or nothing; we need a real commitment from you Cindy. The mayor and I need to know that we can count on you and..." "You can! I'm definitely your girl!" Cindy cut her off not wanting Sylvia to think she was having second thoughts. "You make me so happy Cindy. I told the mayor you were the one we needed on our team. Thank you for not letting me down," Sylvia told her, "You know, I was thinking that when I go back home to Eindhoven on vacation this summer I want to take you with me. I just know my friends would enjoy meeting a nice, young American girl like you." "Oh goodie, goodie. I get to go to Asia," Cindy said eyes wide with excitement. "It's...It's Europe actually dear but yes, you will go with me and I will show you things that will change your life forever. Now it's time for you to show me how committed you really are, sweet one." "How?" "Get on your knees and lick my pussy, slut," Sylvia commanded more than asked. Cindy smiled, thrilled about the fact Sylvia chose her for the job personally. She slid out from under her and flew off the couch faster than a hungry cat chasing dinner. She buried her face in Sylvia's cunt, trying to emulate what she had just received. Cindy was determined to please her new boss and her own pussy tingled when she thought about the idea of the mayor joining in as her tongue stabbed into Sylvia's hot, steamy twat. Back at Blingbrew Coffee shop... "That's when Willie found us in the band room hiding behind a piano," Rachel said nearing the end of the narrative. "What happened then?" Phoebe asked. "Well..." She began, struggling to get the words out, "He made us...do things...with him...and each other." Rachel recalled that night how she stood over Willie as he pounded Monica's pussy, ashamed of the way she acted. She remembered screaming for Willie to fuck her best friend harder and to stretch her cunt with his giant cock. "That's what you get for ruining my chance at prom queen, bitch." she remembered saying. Then while Willie was fucking Rachel, Monica remembered standing there naked telling her while she thrashed about on the floor of the band room that she never had a chance at prom queen because she was too stuck up and nobody really liked her. "Oh my God, you're kidding?" Phoebe exclaimed with eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth in shock over the lurid details. She couldn't believe that Ross and Chandler had ran out of the school as soon as Willie got up from sodomizing Mrs. Grady's ass and left Monica and Rachel behind. "Wait a minute. Rachel, didn't you say that your dad used to be the principal?" Phoebe remembered. Rachel looked down at her shoes and mumbled, "I don't want to talk about it," and scurried off to a waiting customer. Phoebe looked over to Monica confused and Monica shook her head yes confirming that it was Rachel's dad that got knocked out at the prom that night. "Wow, I just can't believe one high school boy could do all that," Phoebe stated shaking her head, "I mean...like WOW!" "You don't know Willie Horniker. He is the biggest man I have ever seen and I'm not just talking about his dick either. The way he towers over you and he has these deep blue piercing eyes that can see right through you. Phoebe, I'm telling you, saying no to Willie just isn't a good idea. You just do what he wants so he doesn't force it. As far as the men go, Willie just beat the crap out of any of them that tried to stop him. Mr. Preen, Mr. Grady, the sheriff; hell, husbands all over town tried but they couldn't stop the force of nature that is William Horniker. He fucked whoever he wanted that night and nobody could stop him." Chapter 4 1:16 pm, Friday Afternoon By noon word of Willie's release had spread all over town. Most businesses were closing early and some residents went as far as packing up and leaving town for the weekend. The other citizens of Poonsboro were gathered in the school auditorium waiting to hear from the mayor and the sheriff as to whether the rumor was true and what is going to be done to protect the town. On the front row sat the dutiful wives Monica and Rachel and seated next to them, their friend Phoebe Moe. A few seats down sat Ms. Emanuel and Cindy. Mrs. Grady was there with her sons, Greg and Bobby. Her daughter Jan sat behind them, dressed in black, with a smirk on her face. Mopie and his Aunt Pee were there along with that white trash blowhard Al Lundy and his wife Peg. Next to them, their low life son and sole proprietor of the only pub in town, Bud Lundy. The town's banker Marcy Farcy sat next to them with her boy toy husband Mufferson Farcy. Most anyone still left in Poonsboro was there. Mayor Bling stood center stage behind the podium and microphone. Sheriff Heller and Deputy Porniani stood behind him in support. Mayor Bling raised his hands to quiet the murmuring crowd. "First, I want to thank everyone for being here today. It makes my heart proud to see my neighbors and friends pull together during uncertain times," Chandler began. "Cut the crap, Mayor. You're not running for office. Tell us what we want to know," shouted Dr. BJ Honeybutt. The crowd responded in agreement as no one was in the mood for any pointless banter. "Fine, fine," the Mayor responded, raising both hands, palms towards the crowd, "Let us start with what we do know for certain. As many of you have heard, William Horniker was released from prison this morning. That much is true." Gasps filled the auditorium and many sidebar discussions erupted throughout the room. Mayor Bling waited for that news to sink in and the crowd to settle a bit. "Everyone, please settle down. If I may continue. I want everyone here to know that we are not sitting idly by waiting and doing nothing. I have been working with the sheriff this morning preparing a contingency plan in case William Horniker does decide to come back here and start trouble. So at this time I will turn things over to Sheriff Heller so that he may discuss what we are doing." Sheriff Ross Heller stepped up to the podium as the Mayor moved back. He looked out over the crowd projecting an image of confidence and steady professionalism. "Folks, Deputy Porniani and I are currently engaged in several activities which will increase our knowledge of the potential threat and prepare for that threat if it arises. We potentially will be taking several measures to ensure everyone's safety and we will need your help and assistance," Ross said hoping he wasn't showing the fear he felt inside, "First, I have asked Pete Grady down at the bus depot to snoop around his computer and find out if there have been any bus tickets issued with Poonsboro as the destination. I have not heard from him yet and would like to remind everyone that there is a good chance William Horniker won't even come back to Poonsboro. His folks are long gone and he has no other family here so this may all be for nothing," Ross said smiling, not sure if he was trying to comfort the crowd or himself. The crowd murmured, weighing the chances that the sheriff might be right. After a few moments of back and forth discussion, the double doors to the auditorium flew open and in ran Pete Grady, his black wavy hair flopping about. "Thanks for coming Pete. Do you have any news for us?" Ross asked, "Was there a ticket to Poonsboro purchased this morning?" Pete Grady stood about halfway down the center aisle of the auditorium and looked Ross in the face. "No Sheriff, not one ticket," he began. The crowd immediately let out sighs of relief and smiles erupted across the room. "THREE tickets were purchased for Poonsboro," Pete shouted over the noise, silencing the crowd as if they had just witnessed an execution. "What was that, Pete?" asked Ross, fear creeping into his facial expression. "I said THREE tickets were purchased from that bus station this morning with Poonsboro as the destination," Pete finished glumly. "They will be here on the noon bus tomorrow." "Oh my God!" shouted Mrs. Grady, "He's bringing his convict friends with him!" She clapped her hand over her mouth, surprised at herself for yelling out like that. Pandemonium exploded within the group and chatter was fast and furious. Both the sheriff and the deputy tried to calm the crowd down and it took several minutes to do so. Greg leaned around his mom and spoke to his brother. "Bob, take Mom home and stay with her. I'll stay here and figure out what we're going to do." Bobby Grady took his Mom's hand and led her out of the auditorium followed by many others. "Cindy dear, why don't you come and stay with me this weekend? I live far enough out of town that I don't think that Willie character will be a danger to us," Sylvia cooed in her young apprentice's ear. Cindy smiled and just shook her head yes instead of trying to shout over the crowd. She was so relieved to hear the invitation for so many reasons, fear of tomorrow even though she was but a child back when the William Horniker thing happened, arousal for her new lover, relief she wouldn't be around to see her mom freak out, excited about all the depraved sex acts she was hoping to be taught. She had so many emotions swirling inside her and was only too happy to have Ms. Emanuel as a friend for guidance. "OK people listen up," Sheriff Heller addressed the people of Poonsboro, "This is a good town full of strong people and we can and will handle this situation together. Beginning at 3pm this afternoon I will swear in anyone that wants to volunteer as a temporary deputy. If...when we confront Willie tomorrow, united together as a town, he will think twice before breaking any laws." Most of the remaining citizens shook their heads in the affirmative trying to shore up their own courage, not wanting to show their fear. "You know why?" the Sheriff continued "Because this time there will be no surprises. We will be ready and waiting for him and success always favors the prepared. William Horniker will not be bringing trouble to Poonsboro. We ALL will see to that together!" Tell'em Willie Whoremaker Was Here The townsfolk agreed that together they could face down this monster and many of the men were eager to volunteer to be deputized. Most of them had plenty of personal reasons for going up against Willie that stemmed from that shameful night over a decade ago. Ross smiled, pleased with the response from the crowd. His confidence was building, knowing that he will have the good folks of Poonsboro backing him tomorrow at high noon. After the meeting ended, as he stepped outside the school Ross heard an old country tune playing on the radio of a car passing by. 'Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.' Chapter 5 7:18 pm, Friday evening, just after sunset All over town every family was having some version of the same discussion, what to do about tomorrow. Common themes included 'Who is gonna take care of me and the kids if you get hurt?' and 'Let the other men volunteer, why do you have to be a hero?' Many men were only too happy to submit to their wives' will this night. Who could blame them; they had families to look out for...right? At the Grady house, Mrs. Grady was not about to let her baby boy, Bobby face the beast. "Look Greg, you and Pete are grown men, so you do what you want, but he is my baby and there is no way in hell Bobby is going to be deputized." Mrs. Grady paused to make sure her sons knew she was serious, and then asked, "Where are your sisters?" "Cindy is staying with Sylvia Emanuel this weekend for job training, Jan is over talking to Deputy Porniani and I'm not sure where Marsha is. I haven't heard from her since I told her Willie was coming to town," Greg answered, "She didn't look too happy." Over at the Lundy's, Al and Peg sat on their couch in front of the TV, Peg's legs crossed, foot tapping. "So Al, what are you going to do when Willie comes back to town and he starts ravishing my body," she smiled wistfully at the naughty thought. "Don't bother me now, woman," he roared, his right hand holding the remote and his left tucked comfortably inside the waist band of his pants, "My favorite show 'Whacko Dad' is about to start." "Oh c'mon Al," Peg whined, "Make love to me now. Who knows what will happen tomorrow and this may be our last chance." "Not now Peg! It's not even your birthday. Why do I have to suffer?" Next door at the Farcy's, Marcy was taking charge as usual. "I'll tell you what we are going to do," she said looking her man-pretty husband directly in the eyes, "Tonight, you are going to be a good boy and lick my pussy 'til I tell you to stop. Then tomorrow, we are going to get our guns and hold up at the bank. I don't know who this Willie is and why everybody is so scared but he is going to be meeting my 12 gauge shotgun if he comes around the bank tomorrow." Marcy smiled, unzipped her skirt, and wiggled her narrow hips, letting it drop to the floor. "Now, live up to your name Mufferson and come pleasure my cunny." He moved over and shoved her forcefully back onto the bed the way she loved. Mufferson knelt down and pushed the crotch of her panties aside to reveal her soft wet pussy. Her sparse brown pubes spring up to meet him as he buries his face in her crotch, pushing his fat, extraordinarily long tongue into her soft pink flower. Marcy let out a low guttural moan as she felt his slippery wet tool slide inside her and her arousal began to build like a simmering volcano. Mufferson wasn't good for much Marcy often thought but he could eat pussy like no other...and he's easy on the eyes too. Becoming quickly excited, Marcy began unbuttoning her blouse, "Just tear 'em, Mufferson. Rip my panties off, NOW!" Mufferson loved how aroused she gets when he tongues her twat. On the outside, Marcy maintains a stoic, professional bank manager demeanor but get her going with some good tongue action and she turns into a horny, begging slut like every other girl Mufferson has ever been with. He pulled once, then harder a second time hearing the stitching beginning to tear. Marcy moaned and gasped as her panties tore, her clit swelling with the loving attention it was receiving from Mufferson's tongue. The third time he yanked with even greater force as they came apart at the seams. He roughly pulled them away, tossed the rag on the bedroom floor and went back to doing what he enjoys most. Marcy was busy pinching and twisting the swollen nipples atop her perky mounds as Mufferson slipped a wetted finger into her crack and began to rub across her brown bud. "Ooohhh, that's it baby!" she cooed. "You know what I like. Nice and dirty." Over at the Mayor's house, Monica and Chandler sat across from one another at the kitchen table after finishing supper. "Do you think Willie will really come back here just to start trouble?" Monica asked. "I hope not but I would feel better if he wasn't bringing two other convicts with him," he answered, the concern showing on his face. Just then his cell went off with a new text message from Sylvia. It read 'Coffey is on and the files are ready'. That was Sylvia's code for 'come over to my house and fuck me'. "Who's that?" Monica asked. "It's Sylvia. She and Cindy are working from Sylvia's house this weekend crunching quarterly numbers and she has some questions." "Are you going over there?" Monica asked never occurring to her that Chandler was having an affair with his assistant. In her mind it was impossible that any woman would want to fool around with someone as inadequate in bed as Chandler Bling, even if he is the mayor. "Do you mind?" he asked innocently while thinking to himself, "Please say no, please say no, please say no." "Naw, I don't care," she answered, "I'll probably go hang out over Ross and Rachel's. Call me when you're done." Chandler left as fast as possible without making Monica suspicious, his dick was stirring thinking about finally getting to fuck that hot teen slut with the porn star body. Even better than that, Sylvia was going to be there to make it a threesome. He headed over to Sylvia's house, excitement rapidly growing in his pants at the thought of seeing the two girls together. Back at the sheriff's office, Goth Jan had spent the entire day thinking of her plan to get revenge on her sisters and mom. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks - she could do way more than just that. She realized that this town is ready for a major shakeup and had decided that she would enlist Willie's help to turn it all upside down and put herself at the top. Jan had a plan and had to act fast as she only had until tomorrow noon to put that plan into action before Willie showed up. She started by visiting Deputy Joey Porniani. "Fuck meee, Joey! Make me cum like a cheap slut," Jan moaned as she rode the deputy on top, bouncing up and down on his rigid cock. She knew that Joey wasn't the brightest bulb in the lamp and was confident she could manipulate him with nasty sex and the promise of even nastier sex if he agreed to go along with her plan. "Jan, you fucking whore," the Italian shouted as he thrust his hips up off the jail cell bed, pushing his cock further into her moist cunt., "You like Joey's big salami, huh?" He reached up to fondle Jan's smallish tits, squeezing them and pinching her long, rock hard pink nipples. The whole bed was rocking back and forth with their hot fucking motions and Jan was enjoying herself thoroughly while listening to the bed springs squeaking. "Joey baby, you know I love that big chunk of meat," she responded between grunts and gasps. "But you know there can be so much more," Jan continued, slowing her pace to get Joey's attention, "Wouldn't you like to fuck Monica and Rachel too? Wouldn't it be hot to see me tie those bitches up and help you ravage their naked bodies? I'll lick their clits as your cock saws in and out of their slutty little cunts. I'll suck their titties until their nipples are raw and they beg for more." She slowly rocked back and forth on Joey enjoying the slower pace and exciting herself with her own dirty talk. Joey moaned in response to the mental images Jan was conjuring in his head. He never believed that both of those two actually could love their wormy little husbands and actually, he had little respect for either man. Monica did it for the money and social standing, maybe Rachel too but Joey knew that if he ever got the chance to bang those two he would jump at it and he also knew they would love it. He was only good at two things in life, police work and fucking and law enforcement wasn't his strong suit. "Would you really do that for me Jan?" he asked. "Oh yeah and a whole lot more, baby," Jan answered knowing she had him on her side now. She squeezed her cunt muscles on and off sending Joey through the roof with jolts of pleasure coursing from his cock throughout his entire body. "When we take over this town baby, I will make sure you get to fuck anyone you want as much as you want. Nobody will stop us." The two lust filled lovers picked up the pace and continued their frenzied fucking in the jail cell. Joey had his eyes closed thinking about the possibilities with the women in town, Jan, with eyes open stared down at Joey reading his face. "So Joey, are you going to help me?" "I will, under one condition," Joey said, "I get to cum on your face and tits to finish off." No prob!'" Jan happily exclaimed as she hopped off his cock and positioned herself on the floor. Joey swung his legs off the bed and placed both feet on the floor and Jan moved in taking his raging, heated boner eagerly into her mouth. She used one hand to stroke his cock and the other to fondle his nut sack and Joey thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Jan ran her tongue up and down along the length of his cock, feeling every ridge and bulge, savoring the musty taste of her pussy mixed with cock. The warm moist feeling of her mouth and throat on his prick as she took him deep was nothing like Joey had experienced in a long time. A cocktail of semen and saliva ran off Jan's lips and dripped onto the jail cell floor as she worked his cock furiously with hand and mouth. She made lots of nasty slurping noises and gagged on Joey's girth a couple of times but she knew he was getting close. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, Jan. Here it comes..." he shouted as he put his hand on the back of her head. His cock exploded the first shot in her mouth then Jan took him out and pointed the fire hose at her pointy tits. The next stream jetted against her left breast glazing the nipple with its salty discharge, another blast for her right tit and it just kept coming. Jan aimed the spurting prick upwards toward her face and the goo started painting her like a power sprayer. "Look Joey. It's all so yummy!" she teased to get Joey to open his eyes and witness his fantasy come true. After a few more blasts he was done and leaned back onto the bed out of breath, Jan's face and upper body covered in sperm icing. "Damn, Joey. You really had a big load for me this time, baby," Jan said smiling up at him licking the cum off her lips and off her face as far as her tongue would reach. "Fuck Jan. That was great. I didn't think I was ever gonna stop cumming," Joey said. The two conspirators rested, caught their breath and Jan spoke first while wiping her face, "Tomorrow is going to be a big day for us baby. Are you ready?" "Oh hell yeah. I've been wanting to fuck Monica and Rachel for years now," Joey responded, "Do you think Willie will really help us?" "Definitely. If he is coming back here it's because he has a score to settle. A lot of people in this town testified against him at the trial and I'm sure he hasn't forgotten that," Jan said grinning, thinking of how great her life was all going to be after tomorrow. At the Sheriff's house, Ross and Rachel had just finished making love, the first time in months Ross reflected. Rachel truly seemed freaked out about the whole Willie Horniker ordeal and she needed some comforting, not for sexual gratification but more for security. She needed to feel safe and tried to get that from her husband's embrace. She also realized that Ross could use some comforting too as he was disappointed in the low turnout for deputies. "I'm sure more will show up tomorrow morning sweetie," she said afterwards. There was a knock on the door just as they were finished getting dressed. The door opened a moment later and Monica stuck her head in. "It's just me. Are you two decent?" she playfully asked knowing that Rachel seldom put out anymore and the odds of them being indecent were minimal at best. "Yeah, we're decent. Come on in," Rachel said to her best friend from childhood as she came out of the bedroom. Ross followed closely behind happy about the fact that he got two nuts today. One from his sister's fuck this morning and now his wife. He smiled and decided things were looking up and maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad after all. After exchanging pleasantries Rachel announced she was going to take a shower. "I spilled Hazelnut creamer all over me today and I have to get that stench off my skin," she lied. It wasn't coffee creamer she was going to wash off, it was man creamer instead, but she couldn't tell Monica that, not in front of Ross. Knowing that Rachel always takes at least a half hour to shower, Monica moved against her older brother, pressing her body against his. "Hey baby, since you didn't feed me this morning," she grinned wickedly, "Why don't we have a little quickie while she's in the shower?" Before Ross could answer Monica dropped to her knees in the middle of the Heller's living room and pulled his cock out of his pants. Ross had wiped cum off his crotch afterwards but had not really washed yet. Then he realized that he had the stains of both women on his body from today and was unsure how Monica would react knowing he just had sex with his wife Rachel. "No Monica, not here," Ross said nervously looking over to the bedroom door where Rachel could walk out and catch them. He tried to push her away fruitlessly but she got her mouth around his stiffening flesh. "We have plenty of time and besides...," she started to say before looking at her brother's cock in her hand, "Oh my God, Ross. You guys just did it? I'm so happy for you big brother. It's about time she gave it up." Monica looked up at her brother with genuine affection as she stroked him to hardness which didn't take long. Ross was somewhere between scared of being caught and proud his dick got hard so fast after sex twice today and the tension of tomorrow's events hanging over him. He did what most men do when a woman has his cock in her hands; he smiled and closed his eyes as her soft warm lips enveloped his prick. Monica began gently sucking him while moving her hand up and down his length. "I can taste her on you," she said as she continued his blow job. Ross was petrified as he didn't know how to respond to that comment. She felt him tense up and knew she had to calm him down if she was going to get her load of hot cum tonight. "Don't worry, I don't mind," she said looking up at him smiling while stroking his slimy prick. "You know I'm a little cum slut Ross and this just makes it all nastier and better...and tastier too." She went back to work while he did the only thing he could, hang on for dear life. He kept glancing at the bedroom door, then down at his sister and back at the door again. Soon all the fears of being caught disappeared as Monica continued her savage sucking and his arousal level climbed higher and higher. Her tongue teased the underside of his cock before running along its length as she knew this is what he liked most from her blow jobs. Ross felt the pressure building in his balls as he thrust his meat stick back and forth in her mouth. In the Mayor's car, Chandler couldn't stop smiling as he drove his car out of town heading north to Sylvia's place. "Not long now," he thought. The mental images flying through his head kept his arousal level at a fever pitch. Chandler couldn't decide what he wanted to do with his two honeys first. He pictured Sylvia's pouty lips wrapped around Cindy's nipples making her moan and beg. Then it was him fucking the young teen doggie style as she licked Sylvia's cunt. One perverted idea after another ran uncontrolled through his tortured brain. He saw them both on their knees sharing his hard cock, giggling like naughty schoolgirls. Then switching, where Chandler was fucking Cindy in the ass while he watched Sylvia slide a strapon dildo into position onto her nude body. In his mind he saw Sylvia smile at him and begin walking toward him and Cindy on the bed to join in for a DP of the young woman's fresh, supple body. That was too much as Chandler gritted his teeth so hard he thought they would break while his gun went off in his pants prematurely again. He could feel the hot cum unload on his thigh as his prick kept spurting. Chandler had only closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the unintended orgasm as much as possible when he ran his car off the road and into a ditch. After coming to a stop Chandler sat stunned for a moment, looking around to make sure he was okay. "Damn it! Fuck! Shit!" he shouted as he tried to reverse his car out of the ditch to no avail. He was stuck and would have to call for help. "I can't BELIEVE this is happening to me. Could things GET any worse?" he asked the chirping crickets outside his car. Back at the Sheriff's house, Ross exploded into his sister's mouth when his cell phone went off. It was on the table next to where he stood and he glanced to see who it was. "It's"...spurt..spurt..."your"...spurt...spurt..."husband," Ross tried to say through the orgasm. Monica kept slurping not wanting to miss a drop. 'Besides how would it look to Rachel if she saw Ross' cum running down his sister's chin,' she thought humorously. "Yo, what's up?" Ross asked after answering the call. Monica milked his cock for the last drops of cum she could get before letting go and zipping him back up. Ross ended his call with the mayor and spoke to Monica. "Chandler is stuck in a ditch. He said that a deer ran in front of him and he swerved to miss it." Ross informed Monica as she stood up wiping her lips. "Mmmm...baby sister, thanks for that," he said gratitude evident in the tone of his voice, "I have to go and help out though." "Go ahead," Monica responded, "I got what I wanted." She winked and smiled at him giving him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before he left. Chapter 6 9:38 pm, Friday evening There was a knock on the door of the Grady house and as Bobby stood up from the couch to answer it his sister Jan walked in. "Hey baby brother. Where's Mom?" she asked. "She's sleeping. She was a nervous wreck so I got her to bed early," Bobby replied. "That's why I'm here," Jan began, weaving her web of deceit and destruction, "I'm worried about her and this whole Willie thing. Tomorrow is going to be really hard on her, you know?" Bobby shook his head yes and let his eyes drop down to Jan's perky, braless tits covered by her thin black shirt with spaghetti straps. Just the sight of her bare shoulders, the little cleavage she had and the indentation of her nipples against the soft fabric set his young blood to boiling. Bobby hasn't been able to get the gangbang of his sister with his brothers last night out of his head even with all that was going on and his gaze didn't go unnoticed. "That's why I brought these," Jan said as she handed her brother a small plastic bag holding some pills, bouncing coyly up and down once to make her titties dance for him. "These are sleeping pills Bobby. These will help Mom get through tomorrow with no stress. Just grind all of these up and put them in her coffee in the morning and she will sleep through the whole day. When she wakes up, it will all be over with and she can just relax."