.basic physics!The heavier the projectile, the more amour it bashes through!"Everhart goes to notch the arrow and after she is done, she notices mesha...ing my head at her "What?" she asks."You're doing it wrong" I say flatly and to the point."This is how I learned? What is wrong about it?" Let me guess you learned archery in the scouts or at some summer camp?" Scouts...of course!" Well they taught you to hit a target....Where as, I teach you how toKILL one and several real fast!" So what's wrong. I get aroused when I consider people would pass judgment on me for being filthy with my own sweet Daddy every Tuesday and Thursday night before class. Sometimes I wish they could see exactly how filthy instead of only passing by Daddy's car. In my head, Daddy sometimes gets the attention of a boy in the parking lot and asks him if he'd like to see his daughter's tits. Daddy lets him in the back seat (the boys never turn down the offer) to watch Daddy fondle them and suck and lick them. . There’s the famous one with a woman holding a baby while a terrorist has his arm around her throat. What does Bitch here, do? Could she just put a bullet neatly between his eyes? Hell, no! She fires ‘double-taps’ exclusively. They sound like B-Bam — almost like a single shot. One of her bullets is right between the target’s eyes. The other? A fraction of a millimeter to the right.” Glaring at Kim, she repeated, “Bitch!”“Gee, Kelly,” Kim declared with her voice dripping with innocence, “I like. Good. I’ll teach you the rules very quickly, and then we’ll get started. First, though, I imagine you’re getting uncomfortable. Let me fix that for you.”With a playful kiss on my cheek, she moved to the back wall and gave the crank a small turn, lowering the manacles that trapped my wrists until my feet here flat on the floor, and I could bend my elbows. I sighed with relief, thankful for the respite.“Thank you, Mrs Vandermeer,” I said, truly grateful for the gesture, earning me a playing swat.