I decided to just bite the bullet and train her to the best of my ability. She was a lot like I remembered being when I started working. She was young...and energetic and eager to know it all. After the first 3 days I started to like her and feel kinda motherly toward her. She wore glasses and had long wavy blond hair that framed a very plain face. She had a cute korkie smile that made me smile too. Aside from following me around like a lost puppy, she was very independent and learned the job. Once there, he looked down at the rifle, at the ammunition, over at the target, and then to the white line. He took off at a run for the white line. This wasn’t a little jog, but a full out run. He reached the line and returned at the same pace. He reached the firing line, stopped, picked up a round of ammunition and grabbed the rifle. He loaded the rifle in one smooth motion. Without lifting the rifle to his shoulder, he pointed the barrel at the target and pulled the trigger. He ejected the. If they can talk me into downing a few tequilas, that is. And they had that night. Enough tequila to bellydance, enough tequila to wander out on the balcony for a breath of fresh summer air. Enough to lean back into that body pressing up against me without wondering who it was. The hands on my hips were big, and not particularly gentle. “Show me how it goes,” the deep voice whispered in my ear, as his hips moved against mine. Matt’s voice. I could feel my defenses go up. Even with a few drinks. 'First, a nice relaxing soak in the tub, she thought to herself. She got out some scented candles and scattered them around the bathroom. A couple on the vanity, one on the toilet seat cover, one at each of the far corners of the deep soaker tub, and a couple on the floor next to her. That should do it! Then she went and put some nice relaxing music on the stereo just loud enough to make for soft background ambiance. She stopped by the kitchen for that bottle of Merlot he got for Valentine's.