He put everything he had into pushing the bar back upbut the gravity system continued to pull it down. Panic began to riselike a tide and Brianne erup...ed in a helpless cry a fraction of a secondbefore the bar was suddenly yanked free of her grasp and put back on thehooks."Want to try less this time?" Matty desperately tried to hide theamusement in his voice. It would do no good to have his fianc? angrywith him before she knew they were engaged.Brian wanted to yell at the stranger for helping. As those who follow my stories know, I am an extremely sneaky and inquisitive person. I love spying on people and voyeurism is second nature to me. Anyway, it was on a Sunday many years ago that this interesting incident happened.My family woke up early on Sunday, as was our custom and went to church. After the morning service, we went to the nearby shopping center to shop for groceries. My mom was in a knee length dress that kept blowing about in the strong wind. On one instance, it whipped up. Reese’s tip every week was most appreciated, even though it came with his creepy stare. In fact, I guess it didn’t truly bother me that much, in that I started to wear even tighter and more revealing clothing, particularly when I went to the Reese’s house.Mr. Reese did spend more and more time out of his study when I was there, and he would always strike up a conversation about personal things with me. He made a point of always asking about my car fund, but then would get into such topics like. Once everything was ready for the experiment, I clamped a crossbow in place in a fixture that would keep it from shifting even while it was being cocked. A target was set up 50 yards away, and I made some trial shots. I fired three bolts with inline fletching followed by three bolts with the inclined fletching. It was easy to see the latter bolts spin because of the sunlight glinting off the point.Dammit, at 50 yards, there was no difference in the two kinds of fletching. I tried the test again.