To some extent he realized one could say he was doing the same now. But deep down he knew that she had let him decide to be here. It had always and wo...ld always be his choice. She had said to him more then once -"No. You always have a choice. At the end of the day all you will have is yourself and the choices you have made. Never let someone take away your power to decide."God! She drove him wild!Just as he began to think of her as some sultry old world philosopher. The likes of which entire. "So aren't you getting it on like you used to?" asked David."No its not that, Lisa still has me trying to get my cock to come out of her mouth as often as possible but both of us are just to stuffed during the week and want some sort of life on the weekend so it has dropped off a fair bit." "Just before you came we were having a good cuddle and a chat talking about all sorts of things and for some reason I mentioned kids and you would have sworn that I put a frozen Popsicle up her pussy." "She. If you even suspect it's wrong, tell me."They picked them up and immediately set them back down. "Eww! Greasy." Of course they're greasy. They've been packed in cosmoline. Cosmoline is your friend ... it's keeping the rifles from rusting. Rusting is bad. Cosmoline is good. The rifles were placed in barrels of hot cosmoline and let stand for a few minutes ... unless the workers were going to lunch. When we get the rifles apart you can tell me if the workers went to lunch or just dipped. “Are you okay?” He rushes back to Agnes, who stands frozen in place, fear freezing her veins.“I-I’m—” She stutters, but is rudely interrupted by a loud bang against the door.“Is it the gang?” Clay asks, eyes wide.“I didn’t think it was this serious,” Luke, her childhood best friend, adds in.Another bang, even louder, can be heard. The front door creaks ominously.“They will get in, they will…” Agnes turns to Robbie, eyes full of tears.“I will protect you,” he promises, kissing her forehead.“I’m.