Part 5: The soup sentence
I went back to court about 3 weeks later, for sentencing. We called ourselves,”The P Family”. I pulled her by the hair, called her a nasty gook, and began viciously pounding. Each second felt like extremely pleasurable hours. They all quietly sat in Shelby’s living room (surrounded by dead bodies) watching Leno, drinking beer, and snorting Dust. I pulled down the travestido’s panties, and without saying a word, plunged balls deep, right in her ass. He stood up, and remained quiet, while the judge read his fate. It was sick, but We were trying to send a Pinche message. My body was in another place. Then we’ll go see your brother, kill him, and his 3 boys; then your cousins, uncles, aunts etc.”
The Baboso was one cold Bastardo. Shelby, The Joto, cried , and whimpered, but still refused to talk; So, Gregg g, held his wife up right in front of his face, grinned, and killed the bitch. I wanted to comfort him, but, i didn’t want to upset him even more; so,
