‘I think I know exactly where you’re at. Not many fulltime homes have their original metal roofs anymore. You’re out at Hattie Johnson’s old p...ace aren’t you?’ ‘Yep. She was my Grams. She left me the place and honestly I couldn’t wait to move in. The house has always been my favorite refuge.’ ‘Well I’ll tell ya what. I’ll swing by with some tarps and some galvanized nails with rubber washers. That will ensure the holes made by the nails will be water proof. That should stop the leaks until the. But in an actual fight, unless the fellow was a lot bigger than me, I’d probably just knock him over and pull his helmet off. If the helmet won’t come off, I’d stab him through the eye slits with my knife.”“What should I do?”“If they’re distracted and you think you can knock them off balance, use the hook. If they’re ready for you, and wearing heavier armor, don’t try to face them directly. Use the tip of your blade like a halberd’s spike. Aim for the gaps, then dodge out of the way.”Sarette. She smirked as I fell to pieces under her touch, her mouth switching to my other boob. She flicked my saliva-coated nipple with her finger, making me bite my lip to hold in a moan.She stopped, her mouth abandoning my boob as she looked up to speak to me."Let it out Blu. I don't care if the whole damn school hears, as long as I hear it. Ok?"I nodded quickly, begging her to return to my breasts. She got the hint, going back down to play with my tits."Ooohh," I moaned, my mouth hanging open to. I got up and headed for the bathroom that was close to the back door. When I got there I heard some strange sounds. Looking out I saw the old guy with boards in his hands heading for the shack; he had obviously stared working and I hadn’t even heard him come into the yard. He hadn’t announced his arrival. I decided to go out right away and have a talk with him. The door of the shack was open and he was backing me as he was rummaging through a tool kit. He turned around and looking up at me with.