Will snapped awake. His body screamed at him; his head filled with molten lead, heavy and dull and oozing.The gun.It won't do any good.It might....Look at him.Will rolled/fell off the side of the couch, crashing to the floor on hands and knees. Coughing set fire to his midsection; he saw blood spattered beneath him.It took all his concentration to remember the gun. The desk was too far away.No, not the desk. Under the couch.Will forced his hand to the right. A little further... He collapsed. Taking a bite of the bread Mikhail continued, ‘I’ll need to fill his position as minor steward, now Nadia thinks that Colette should get the job.’ ‘Not surprising,’ Nicolas thought, as Colette is more times than not to be found with her pretty little head between Nadia’s thick hairy thighs most evenings in the pantry. ‘However, after talking with Paullina she and I both feel that you would be a better choice for the job.’ Mikhail said. ‘I appreciate the opportunity Mikhail, I won’t let you. ”“Actually, Mrs. Newman,” he said. “Susan told me that at President’s Elementary she never had boys approach her. She thinks that they believe she is a prude because she doesn’t wear the slutty ... Excuse me, the immodest clothing that the ‘popular’ girls do.”“Claire said the same thing to me, Mom,” I reiterated. “That’s why they were at the Cotillion tonight. They decided to work on their social skills and maybe meet someone with the same higher standards.”“Well,” mom said clearing her throat.. Nothing out of the ordinary there, except shes shouting, like she doesnt care who hears, about her current partners impotence. And she sounds pissed. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU QUICKSHOT, PENCIL DICK!? She sounds pissed, but I cant help but smiling. I-Im sorry, but youre, um, so much me aggressive today. I believe thats Johnny Ryder I hear? Its hard to recognize his voice without his cocky attitude. I-Ill keep trying. WHY!? YOU SURE AS HELL CANT SATISFY ME! OR ANY WOMEN FOR THAT.