"They had left Horton's sled outside the garage door before they started for town earlier in the morning; now, Mark opened the door, letting the fresh...breeze of early summer blow in. It smelt warm and refreshing, full of life. The two carried the sled inside, and set it on a pair of sawhorses. "Going to have to get some rawhide," Mark said. "I don't know where we'd get that, but I suppose for today, string and duct tape will do." There's a guy down by Albany River that slaughters steers," Mike. I’d hit it, but it was a good inch and a half from the “R” I’d been aiming at. So the sights were trash, too. I put the gun down in disgust.“Do it again,” ordered Bobby.This time I played a game of defeating the substandard trigger, and aiming with “Kentucky windage”. I wanted a hole in that R. As I thought about that later, I think that’s why Bobby did learn what a sniper’s mind looks like. The game I played put me in the right mindset. Snipers do that all the time. They stare through a scope. You’re pushing my cervix out of the way and stirring my organs way up inside my stomach. I scream again, this time from mixed pain and ecstasy. You pound me so hard and yet I still find the energy to push back at you getting everything you have to give me. I hear a noise from the door. I see Kevin, my other fantasy stood there. Oh Kevin, I can see your bulging, massive organ pushing out the top of your jeans, you want me don’t you, you want to fuck me as well. Get over here, please come. Olivia extended her tongue and intensely massaged his in return. The two tongues, embraced the moment and they both firmly grasped each other in a oppressed and passionate struggle. The sensuous kissing turned into faster paced race to show each other the form they were in. Her stiletto’s plummeted to the ground as she lost control of all other grasps and emotions. Paul slipped off the mauve coloured waistcoat that Olivia was wearing and threw it fiercely to the ground. Then he gently lay her.