He would have killed you if it wasn't for me! 'Special move'- fuck you!" I was controlling the fight the entire time. I was leading him intoposition f...r my death blow. He was overconfident and would have been cutdown like wheat. You almost got us all killed!" He strode forward andseized me by my hair, dragging my head down to the sand. "Do not ever,ever disobey a command from me again, Lady Felice. With blood rageetched across his face, and still bleeding from his cuts, Seremidesdragged me by. I put everything into a large canvas bagand loaded it on the toboggan. I took one last look around then I saw alocked up gun cabinet. I broke the glass with a poker from the fireplace. It took me a good half hour to pry the lock off the shelf. Igrabbed one of the pistols and found it to be an old one. About onehundred years old. I checked the handgun to see it was loaded, itwasn't. I found some .38 rounds and loaded it into the chamber. I walkedto the door, aimed at a downed telephone pole just. It only made her response hotter. Feeling brave, I started to slip my hand under her skimpy T-shirt when she stopped me. She then said, "If you play your cards right, you may be able to touch and suck these titties and play with my wonderful ass." "Please tell me what I have to do," I pleaded.She said, "Well, for picking me up from work, you will get to make out with me. If you pay my babysitter five dollars for keeping my babies, you can feel my pussy over my panties and fondle my tits over my. Maybe we should go ghost hunting tomorrow?" I don't know," I smiled at her, "the local boogieman seems a bit too much for my tastes." What did you think of Fred's story?" asked Beth after our guest had departed and we lay in bed in our trailer. "It was awfully short, but both he and Carla seemed like the whole thing was dead serious." That is the mark of true storytelling," I replied. "Carla was playing along with her husband to enhance his tale. When a story, especially a spooky story, seems.