"I'm sure it will sound better coming from you than from Pam or cop who pays a visit."So I called. Lauren was in a chatty mood and it took me a few mi...utes to get to the reason for contacting her.She went silent for a minute then moved the conversation back to something else.I felt badly for Lauren but it seemed that any affection she felt for her father dissipated when he offered her up for statutory rape in order to pay off a debt.I couldn't really say that I blamed her. I assumed she told. She finally stopped, and said, "Shit, I hit it I don't know how many times and the damn thing's shell only has one crack in it." How good of a crack?" Matt asked."It's nice and gaping, I guess, but it doesn't seem to bother him any." Megaphone, in direct contact." Oh God, it's a radical idea again. Megaphone!" Hurry, I can't hold him much longer!" Matt warned."Here it comes," Jennifer warned back, placing the megaphone against the crack she'd made in the monster's carapace. "Roar of the Crowd. He went to several gun shops before he found the Kentucky rifle he was looking for. It was obvious to him that he was not going to get this bandit with a throwing knife; he needed longer range. In his experience nothing could beat the range and accuracy of the Kentucky rifle. He bought the rifle and enough powder and shot for a lot of practice.Stan packed his camping gear and took off for the great outdoors. Though not a fan of camping out, Stan was competent at it, so he was able to put up. We to his side door. "So, I see you've both decided to go for it. I am pleased, although you both may regret it later. Come in, and put these collars on." He handed both of us a collar, "slut", and "slave". He then put leashes on us. "I want you to crawl in my house this evening", he said. We immediately dropped to our knees when we entered the house carrying our lists in our hands, until he took them out of our hands. "I didn't hear either of you reply to me. I see you will both need to be.