"Andy, I needs ya ta do yer hair pullin' now, cuz last night the pain put me a bit off my feed. I want ya ta pull now soz I kin rest afore my fuck ses...ion with yer pa." I'm agreeable, but I'll need ta talk ta Pa fer a few minutes 'bout my scouting, afore I does anythin' else. Ya climb inta the wagon, an' I'll be with ya in a minute." Jasmine nodded, and Andy went to talk to Josh about what he had found on his scouting trip. There was nothing remarkable, so Andy finished quickly and joined. I noticed blood quickly begin to trickle down over his left eye.He shook his head a couple of times and raised his gun toward the other teller, a blonde with smaller tits, but a great smile. As he pointed his weapon, I glanced toward the teller. I realized the reflection in the acrylic, or whatever the hell it was, allowed me to see my cohort’s face as he aimed his gun.More precisely, I was able to look down the barrel of his handgun! I wasn’t the best pool player in the world, but I knew how. She had been gone for two months; the medium-sized house was nearly bare except for the bedroom, where he ate his dinner, watched television and slept. The other rooms were empty. As summer began and the school year was done, he received a phone call from his ex-wife. She decided she wanted the bed after all, and wanted it that night. They had the expected heated exchanges but ultimately he knew she had the law on her side, she was entitled to everything but the house itself. She said it. I hung my helmet on the handle bar. Chuck and Mike quickly pulled up and dismounted. "What's up?" Chuck asked."We have a following," I answered and nodded my head behind them. Guns came out and they both dropped into shooters' stances. The government car stopped and two men got out. Chuck and Mike pointed their side arms at them. "Show some ID," Chuck ordered. Everything about him said he was serious as a heart attack."FBI," the one said. "We have some questions to ask you." He looked straight.