Ruthie turned, her big hip swaying, not bothering that he could see between them when she stopped, twisting her upper torso, her legs a foot apart. Su...denly she jutted out her bottom, her back arched dramatically, her hands on the knees.“The water Herbie. Get it and take part. Balance it on my butt yeah?” she huskily simmered, sliding her hands up her legs, her butt still projecting at him, her legs still planted apart. Ruthie’s upper frame was gently curved so her head and shoulders were near. I am penning this tale after the begging of some coworkers.Nancy gets a shot to return to her past life.Hello everyone. My name is Nancy Boyd. I was just finishing up my shiftat Java Joe's Coffee Shop. Just before I was about to leave, a man walkedin wearing an ill fitting grey suit. The suit looked a few sizes too bigfor him. He ordered coffee and pie. After he ate the the pie and drinkinghis coffee, he said, "Nancy, I will walk you home. I know you have no carand the hour is late."I asked,. .. yes," John agreed. "But... well..." Look," Jake said, "in the first place, the amount of money we're talking about is probably not nearly as much as you seem to think it is — at least not now. I have a million and a half in the bank and Pauline is about to deposit another hundred and eighty grand in tour profits. My next royalty check should be coming in sometime in January and it will be somewhere around a hundred and fifty grand, depending on how many albums we sell. I'm not a Rockefeller. They sent four. She has a gift," Dave laughed.Yes, she certainly does. But how much that thing cost probably had a little something to do with it, too, Jeff mused to himself.Note: The indoor range that Evie and the crews are building has a backstop that has a man-made falls which traps particulate matter (Lead particles, and powder residue, etc.) in an indoor range. Instead of water, the falls uses an oil, similar to olive oil. When the fired round goes through the falls, it hits an angled.