"I called dad while I walked to the bathroom. Just before I let him take over my body I said: "Remember, dad, she likes it without too much preliminar... fuss. Get in there and fuck her, but make sure I get my body back while she cleans up. Right?" Great, son." A minute later I was floating under the ceiling of the bathroom, and dad was on his way. I waited for a couple of minutes, and then I floated down to the archive to look in on them. He sure had not wasted any time. His head was between her. Double meaning speech thaan pesuven, vikram konjam thayakamaagave irunthaar en endraal en kanavaruku therinthu vida pogirathu endru. Oru naal en kanavar ennai chennaiku azhaithu sendru oor sutri katuvathaaga solinaar. Appozhuthu naan enga thaniyaaga sendraal konjam bour adikum athanaal naam vikram annavai nam udan azhaithu selalam endru solinaal.Naan ithai soliyathum kanavar amam nala yosanai thaan endru soli vikramirku call seithu nee avasaiyam vanthe aaga vendum endru soli vitar. Ippozhuthu. ..but hey, I don't exactly mind it either. Well, anyway.....this story happened some time ago but is still worthy of rememberance. It happened at a mall while shopping for some clothes. I was in one of the large department stores looking at chain belts and noticed a nice looking man paying some attention to me as I looked at the belts. At first, I chalked it up to being "clocked" (t-gurl slang for being identified as a gurl) and that he was just a gawker or just curious enough to continue to. Probably, if they noticed it at all, they attributed the sound to one of the other rifles that was shooting. My second shot was equally successful, but I hit in a slightly different place. This Indian, also one with a Winchester, was angled away from me slightly, so the bullet went in the right side of his back and traveled at a slight angle into his body. I'm not sure which vital organs I hit, but he died as quickly as my first target.Two for two—just what was meant by one shot, one kill. I.