This could go on forever, or, at least until we ran out of ammunition. That was not going to happen for a while, but it would eventually become a prob...em.This kind of back and forth, nonproductive shooting went on for about 15 minutes. That's when Carol volunteered to do something very brave. Our vehicle had a small emergency escape door in the back floor panel similar to what tanks and APCs (Armored Personnel Carriers) have. Carol volunteered to wiggle through the small trap door and try to. She left it under lock in the SUV outside because the management had a "zero tolerance" about the carrying of firearms at work. They knew she had a gun and she was not sure exactly how they knew about it since she had never submitted any paperwork. The only way she could think was that she had purchased a few boxes of ammo for practice shooting out in the desert. They must have a good system for matching up her purchase with the fact she owned a gun. The supervisor didn't make a big deal about. They ran a small machine that poked the wire down into the ground all the way up to the house. Once the wire was in they connected it to the box and then went inside. The phone man stepped back outside almost immediately, ‘Ma’m there’s something wrong with the phone or perhaps the line in the house so the phone doesn’t work.’ ‘You can’t fix it?’ Eileen asked. ‘No, there’s another guy who does that,’ the man said picking up his tools. ‘And when will they be out.’ ‘Should be in the next couple of. Similarlace adored the low front and back of the top. When Bunny had pointedout that the elasticized low flat neckline could be stretched down to gounder their budding sweet mounds, Prissy had wanted to suckle hermagnificent nipples right then and there. Luckily, Bunny rememberedAuntie's stern caution and had shown that rarest of all sissy traits -restraint - in the nick of time. The idea of being bound facing Prissy for the entire night and unable tomake sweet sissy love was just too horrible.