I definitely felt much safer, as long as he didn’t have a gun. We were talking and almost having fun until Steve started shaking his branch. Liv was...freaking out, begging him to stop. Both Cody and me tried telling him. But what a surprise, the dickhead wouldn’t. Until a gunshot rang out. We all yelled and ducked. Except Steve. He’d been hit in the shoulder. He yelled in pain and almost fell out of the tree. He finally regained his balance and tried to clutch his shoulder, with blood gushing. She told us to move it butSamantha was still in the bathroom. Samantha and me always walked to our private school together wich was not far from our house. So Shelly looked at her watch and told me to take care of Sammy and head for school. Shelly left us alone,wich wasn't the first time. I started to have a need to pee, so I yeld at Samantha that I had to go. Sheanswered me it would'nt be long. I kept waiting and waiting and she still did'nt came out. So I went to the bathroom door, Samantha. We are going to place her in a Mens correctional facility. Protective custody of course. We will then charge the inmates to fuck her. We'll get staff and have her sent to other facilities to get cock n make us money. She'll take 25 cocks a day for 10 years. After 90000 plus cocks she will never want to see another cock in her life or she'll become a hooker. Either way you and us make out and she get what she deserves for doing that shit to you. We do like her but we also cannot condone what she. Helen said, "Welcome to my favorite room in this big old museum ofmine. This was a conservatory at one time and I had it converted to acombination room as you can see." She gestured by swinging her armsapart and pointed to one area furthest from the entrance doors. (Theywere two huge etched glass doors.) "This is my wall of ancestry and ofcourse the history of my shop as well."There were paintings from very old to new ones. There were a wholeseries of pictures of a clothing shop and then more.