"That's quite a lot of stuff you have, honey, what are you going to carry it in?" he asked.It was obvious from the look on her face she hadn't thought...of that. "I don't know, I guess I can just throw everything into a shopping bag." What?" he said surprising her, "And have everyone in town think I'm married to a bag lady; not likely," he said pulling his gift from the hall closet. "Wouldn't this be better than a shopping bag?"In his hands was beautiful leather, zippered carrying case. They both had sore necks and shoulders from sl*eping in the bean bags."I'll make you a deal Benson, you massage my shoulders and I'll massage yours." Sam said as they made their way into the apartment. "Is your mom at work?" Yeah."Carly and Melanie watched and listen to the Freddie and Sam banter as they left and giggled. "Those two really are good for each other, aren't they?" Melanie asked."Yeah. I do believe they are." I could use some more sl*ep myself." Melanie said as she stretched and. A'moth was all business when she reached her destination. The uncoiled fish-line from the store had already been unrolled and color-coded with length markers every two meters. She had cleared the corn out of a straight path just over 400 feet in front of the towering wall. The thin nylon fish-line was laid out in long straight loops along the path.For many centuries A'moth had been a fan of flight shooting. She was present in 1987 when Don Brown set the world record with a shot of 1336 yards.. ”“What?!,” exclaimed Dismas, “Forty’s a death sentence by Roman law! He’ll be dead long before he hangs from the cross.”“Thirty-nine, then!” Yoel shouted as he stormed out of the cavern.*****The fiery spirit burned as Dismas poured it down his throat, “Fine Ges, you can have the girl first, but save her cunny for me. You get her ass. I’ll do the first twenty lashes and then we’ll switch.”Gestas pulled off his mailed.