The boys have been given guns, guns and bullets, sigh. I do hope we do not live to regret it.The need to move and shift becomes stronger. Like a ghost...I drift away from Holliday and his hiding place. I move at a slow pace, circling wide to the left of the kill zone.As with all my strong senses of intuition I have no idea what I am looking for but I know that I need to be on the move. Maybe the Scanners are not all nocturnal, maybe one of those damn kids is going to try and be a hero. or maybe. Pat moves target and he works his way from left to right, shooting each man in the chest with a .22 calibre hollow point round. The last of the men from the trucks falls down and this side is quiet.Pat realises Digger isn’t firing now so he looks over. Part of Digger’s head is missing. Pat is now very angry. He turns back to face the river to see the men on that side are now moving toward the river. He waits a moment for more of them to come into the open. While he waits he changes his. She closed her eyes as I held her shoulders firmly and brought her face close to mine. We could feel each other breathing and I was scenting her aroma which started arousing my cock even further. Before she could open her eyes again, my lips got to hers and I planted a firm kiss which soon turned into a prolonged chewing. She was now moaning inside my mouth. She never really made any attempt to push me off or to free herself from my grip although I felt she wanted me to toil for a while before. "The pitching coach was shaking his head. "Shit, what do they need me for? These two can teach the rest of these knuckleheads to throw. I think they need to teach them how to live and eat first. All of them were out drinking last night and that isn't the way to start spring training."The catcher was walking out to Don and me, and as he passed the coach, he said, "And you were setting a good example. I left you at ten last night and you were entertaining all of them with a glass in your hand.".