The day before Dorothy was to be sentenced she was transferred from the local sheriff’s jail to the court’s holding cell. She was pretty upbeat on the drive over figuring she would get a fine or a year in one of Windar’s salt mines at worst.
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When she gets to the cell she is surprised that before she is put in it they strip the sundress from her. Her nipples become tumescent in the cool air. As the bars clang shut behind her she asks “Aren’t you going to take the handcuffs off?”
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“Why, you slut; so you finger yourself? If you want to do so, work at it cunt!”
I’m not feeling so good about this anymore. The woman in the cell across from me is smoking something that doesn’t smell like a regular cigarette. She says “So you are the bull-fucking bitch!”
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I don’t know what to say so I just say “I’m Dorothy Brown. What are you in for?”
“I’m Barbara Moore. Just speeding and a traffic accident… Have you been sentenced yet?”
“Not until tomorrow; I’m hoping for a fine or at worst a year of labor in the salt mines” I say.
She asks me which judge is sentencing me and when I tell her Judge Admi she says “You’re delusional, Dorothy. When they took that cute dress from you that was the last clothing you are going to wear until you are executed and you best hope is that you are beheaded and the worst will be if you are hanged!”
“They can’t execute me for an innocent bull-fuck or two” I cry.
“I’m sorry Dorothy when they took my clothes I knew I was doomed” she says.
“But Barbara, they can’t give you the death penalty for speeding and a car wreck!”
“Well, I ‘borrowed’ the car, drove through 20 MPH school zone at 150 MPH after a cop started following me, and then I wrecked the Bentley Continental GT that happened to be owned by Judge Admi so I was found guilty Grand Theft Auto, child endangerment, felony flight from law enforcement offices, and felony property damage” Barb explains then adds “and the Bentley was owned by none other than Judge Admi so I’m pretty screwed.”
“Well my case wasn’t helped when in a ‘friends of the court’ brief filed by PETA that claimed the bull was ‘traumatized’” I tell her. “I guess beheading is quick but isn’t a hanging done fast too. I mean once they pull the lever and the trap opens my neck is snapped a split second later.”
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“You wish, Dorothy. The only place they do executions now is Little Brampton. If you’re hanged you’ll either be hoisted up from the gallows in the square or knocked off a stool and hang from the gallows on the Hill at Eastwick. Either way your neck isn’t going to snap!”
Barbara hasn’t said a damn thing to cheer me up…
-Dorothy
Tree
The day before Dorothy was to be sentenced she was transferred from the local sheriff’s jail to the court’s holding cell. She was pretty upbeat on the drive over figuring she would get a fine or a year in one of Windar’s salt mines at worst.
View attachment 447174
When she gets to the cell she is surprised that before she is put in it they strip the sundress from her. Her nipples become tumescent in the cool air. As the bars clang shut behind her she asks “Aren’t you going to take the handcuffs off?”
View attachment 447178
“Why, you slut; so you finger yourself? If you want to do so, work at it cunt!”
I’m not feeling so good about this anymore. The woman in the cell across from me is smoking something that doesn’t smell like a regular cigarette. She says “So you are the bull-fucking bitch!”
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I don’t know what to say so I just say “I’m Dorothy Brown. What are you in for?”
“I’m Barbara Moore. Just speeding and a traffic accident… Have you been sentenced yet?”
“Not until tomorrow; I’m hoping for a fine or at worst a year of labor in the salt mines” I say.
She asks me which judge is sentencing me and when I tell her Judge Admi she says “You’re delusional, Dorothy. When they took that cute dress from you that was the last clothing you are going to wear until you are executed and you best hope is that you are beheaded and the worst will be if you are hanged!”
“They can’t execute me for an innocent bull-fuck or two” I cry.
“I’m sorry Dorothy when they took my clothes I knew I was doomed” she says.
“But Barbara, they can’t give you the death penalty for speeding and a car wreck!”
“Well, I ‘borrowed’ the car, drove through 20 MPH school zone at 150 MPH after a cop started following me, and then I wrecked the Bentley Continental GT that happened to be owned by Judge Admi so I was found guilty Grand Theft Auto, child endangerment, felony flight from law enforcement offices, and felony property damage” Barb explains then adds “and the Bentley was owned by none other than Judge Admi so I’m pretty screwed.”
“Well my case wasn’t helped when in a ‘friends of the court’ brief filed by PETA that claimed the bull was ‘traumatized’” I tell her. “I guess beheading is quick but isn’t a hanging done fast too. I mean once they pull the lever and the trap opens my neck is snapped a split second later.”
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“You wish, Dorothy. The only place they do executions now is Little Brampton. If you’re hanged you’ll either be hoisted up from the gallows in the square or knocked off a stool and hang from the gallows on the Hill at Eastwick. Either way your neck isn’t going to snap!”
Barbara hasn’t said a damn thing to cheer me up…
-Dorothy
Tree
I'm in no rush... why are you???Mr Tree New Years Eve Tomorrow, can you get
your finger out and pronounce my sentence
and carry it out at midnight
, you welcoming the new year
It happens...
It happens...
Once I was was with a woman and she asked me "Isn't that supposed to stay erect?"
I forgot...
I'm in no rush... why are you???
You should picked 'Door #3'...
Don't spill even one drop!!!
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Tree
...no, really I am in good mood!!! Out much of tonight...
Play well, kids
I wish I could but I hear the Detroit Boys are already in the UK, you cheap slut!!!!You can do that to me while Big Ben
chimes midnight tomorrow Mr Tree
I wish I could but I hear the Detroit Boys are already in the UK, you cheap slut!!!!
Hang man is coming down from the gallows and she don't have very long.The day before Dorothy was to be sentenced she was transferred from the local sheriff’s jail to the court’s holding cell. She was pretty upbeat on the drive over figuring she would get a fine or a year in one of Windar’s salt mines at worst.
View attachment 447174
When she gets to the cell she is surprised that before she is put in it they strip the sundress from her. Her nipples become tumescent in the cool air. As the bars clang shut behind her she asks “Aren’t you going to take the handcuffs off?”
View attachment 447178
“Why, you slut; so you finger yourself? If you want to do so, work at it cunt!”
I’m not feeling so good about this anymore. The woman in the cell across from me is smoking something that doesn’t smell like a regular cigarette. She says “So you are the bull-fucking bitch!”
View attachment 447176
I don’t know what to say so I just say “I’m Dorothy Brown. What are you in for?”
“I’m Barbara Moore. Just speeding and a traffic accident… Have you been sentenced yet?”
“Not until tomorrow; I’m hoping for a fine or at worst a year of labor in the salt mines” I say.
She asks me which judge is sentencing me and when I tell her Judge Admi she says “You’re delusional, Dorothy. When they took that cute dress from you that was the last clothing you are going to wear until you are executed and you best hope is that you are beheaded and the worst will be if you are hanged!”
“They can’t execute me for an innocent bull-fuck or two” I cry.
“I’m sorry Dorothy when they took my clothes I knew I was doomed” she says.
“But Barbara, they can’t give you the death penalty for speeding and a car wreck!”
“Well, I ‘borrowed’ the car, drove through 20 MPH school zone at 150 MPH after a cop started following me, and then I wrecked the Bentley Continental GT that happened to be owned by Judge Admi so I was found guilty Grand Theft Auto, child endangerment, felony flight from law enforcement offices, and felony property damage” Barb explains then adds “and the Bentley was owned by none other than Judge Admi so I’m pretty screwed.”
“Well my case wasn’t helped when in a ‘friends of the court’ brief filed by PETA that claimed the bull was ‘traumatized’” I tell her. “I guess beheading is quick but isn’t a hanging done fast too. I mean once they pull the lever and the trap opens my neck is snapped a split second later.”
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“You wish, Dorothy. The only place they do executions now is Little Brampton. If you’re hanged you’ll either be hoisted up from the gallows in the square or knocked off a stool and hang from the gallows on the Hill at Eastwick. Either way your neck isn’t going to snap!”
Barbara hasn’t said a damn thing to cheer me up…
-Dorothy
Tree