Eventually, she accepted that as too difficult to overcome and she simply applied her lipstick more by feel and touch rather than actually seeing the ...esults in the mirror. It was sort of like taking her daddy’s guns apart and putting them back together blindfolded as he always told her it was the best way to understand how they worked and what made them a work of art.She still liked to use the little practice range in the basement and fired his guns using his center of mass philosophy and. To Clint, she was his territory and he was going to claim her! “You want to act like a little whore, I’m going to treat you like one,” he growled aggressively against her neck. ‘A whore,’ she thought, ‘is that what I am?’ Porsche’s mind raced at the thought of how wrong this was but she didn’t care. Her body wanted Clint to treat her like his little whore; it was screaming for it. Clint slid a hand down her firm body, reaching around to grip her ass. With his free hand he pulled her teasing. I can’t quite say why it was, but this bunch of hogs scattered by the time she had fired her third shot. She had killed two and badly wounded one, but not so much that it couldn’t run. Suddenly, I had three hogs on my side of the truck. I went after the two unwounded hogs and managed to knock them down with only one shot for each, so I had time to kill that last wounded hog as well.That wounded one was the boar, and that might well have been the reason Jo’s shot had not killed him. Her shot had. I thought all of the Farm stuff was out of my life. I rarely even thought about it anymore. Why were they going to make me relive it all?Mrs. Johnson came back into the family room and assured me that everything was going to be okay. I got up and went back to my room. Tasha looked at me with a caring look as I sat on the bed beside her. “I am sorry Albert,” she laid her head on my shoulder and placed her hand on my leg. “I was going to the kitchen to get something to drink and heard what that.