357 revolver. Small town cops tended to go for the super reliability of a revolver over the extra eight shots of a 9mm. Can't jam a revolver- actualy,...there was a way, if you were quick enough, you could keep the hammer from hitting the firing pin, somehow, and it wouldn't go off. It had been known to happen on occasion, in up close and personal encounters. Best to keep your distance from anyone you were covering."You better step over here with me, miss, while we get this sorted out" he said. I still have no idea how she worked it out. I guess I never will. Sometimes, Bec isn’t very good at explaining what’s going on inside that little head of hers.“But you wrote letters to Santa.”They both rolled their eyes at me in that ‘Dads are so stupid’ sort of way that always leaves me feeling uncomfortably – well – stupid.“That sort of stuff is really fun,” said Bec.“We made sure we showed them to you and Mum before we posted them,” added Tara. “There’d be no point in writing them, if we. It took considerable effort for me to calm down. "You can see why I am so angry. Sarah wasn't hurt, but two adults were murdered and I couldn't prevent it. I am looking for ideas on how to fight them. Can any of you suggest anything."Jess Arnold said, "Short of contacting the Apaches or the Comanches and offering a bounty for KKK scalps, I can't see what else you can do! I'm not being flippant, James. I really feel for you, but it is nearly impossible to fight a shadow organization."Honus Smith. I am banging her hard, fast and mercilessly.“I can feel you right up to my fucking navel!” she whimpers, in the staccato voice of a woman getting herself screwed senseless.Eventually, I start to feel the familiar tingle, and I realize that I will need to change positions soon, or I will soon be emptying my balls into the depths of her vagina. I don’t want that yet. I pick her up roughly and turn her around to face me. Then I thrust deep inside her one more time, and grasp her firmly by the.