It fires a small three gram round but it leaves the muzzle at about Mach 4 so what it hits knows it's been hit. Some people like the big fat bullets b...t my little palm-sized pistol carries fifty caseless rounds and that's a lot of firepower as far as I'm concerned."What do we have here?" one of the bruisers said as they came up to us. Crap, nothing is ever easy, is it?"Just going home, friend," I said easily. I put my arm around Eve and moved her slightly behind me."God damn, that's a looker!". ."He sounded excited. This gave me the confidence to tell him everything."I like the idea that you're helpless."I told him, "Injured or damaged..but it has to be the result of something really heroic or dramatic, so you can be my wounded hero and I can make you all better.." Or I can be crippled and helpless and dependant on you and in need of all your attention especialy the sexual kind."He suggested.He was my fantasy come true! There was a big smile on my face as I replied."Oh, yes please.". "Together you could be a bit intimidating." We, or certainly I, never mean to be. I'm sorry, Bea, I hope I didn't intimidate you. I promise I never meant to."Bea looked down. She shook her head. "No, not really. It's just that I'm over-shy." She looked up again. "Sorry. I've come to realise that you're actually very gentle." Except on the rugby field." You're expected to be a ruffian there."They both laughed companionably and Christopher was delighted.At two o'clock the races began, the first. ”David turned to slave yul and said, “You have permission to go get a pad.”Slave Yul brightened and said, “Thank you, Master.” and ran down a ramp that led under the grandstand. She returned shortly with a rubber pad, similar to a yoga mat, but smaller. After setting it on the ground, she knelt next to David and smiled up at him.David leaned down closer to slave yul and asked softly, “Why didn’t you ask to go get a pad?”Slave yul replied, “A slave should not think of her own comfort. If her.