One had a Barrett .50 Cal sniper rifle, its equipment, and several boxes of ammunition. The other was filled money and identification with Jack’s pi...ture and different names. He would hate to know what it all cost. He heard the rounds for the Barrett pushed $5.00 each and there were cases of them. God knows what the weapon cost or how Jack got it. He didn’t think he had a firearms license.Now he knew what those strange pedestals were for also. All Jack had told him before was they were. I had an urge to bend her over a car in the street and lift her skirt up, but managed to control myself. We eventually got to her front door, and she invited me in. As the door closed, I pushed her against the hallway wall and pulled her dress off over her head, as she undid my trousers. Unclipping her bra, I lunged at her big firm nipples, sucking and kissing them as I pulled her panties down. She turned and ran up the stairs towards her bedroom, laughing and throwing off what was left of her. We were supposed to be using the metric system, but I never bothered. For me, it was still feet and inches, pounds and ounces, and gallons and quarts. I was going to wait until I had to change before I worried about it.I had a great tan, having worked a good part of the summer shirtless. So, for all my hard work there was a reward besides the nice paycheck I earned. I was getting a lot of attention from the girls. When I walked down the hallway my first day of grade eleven that September, I got. The screech of metal cutting through metal was near unbearable, so closeto my ear as it was. A thousand nails on chalkboards, a choir of howlermonkeys or Joan Rivers, Perez Hilton and Gilbert Gottfried having a chatwould have all been preferable to hear, but to me it was becoming thesound of freedom. Slowly but surely, the misaligned teeth of the hacksawblade were cutting through my collar, each run through of the bladesetting me micrometers closer to escape, to safety, to Nick.There was also.