They formed a skirmish line with John in the middle and marched toward the Indians. Every time a single Indian rose to his knees or feet to fire his b...w, John ordered the appropriate person to shoot with his rifle. If several Indians rose, everybody fired. As soon as there was an empty rifle, everybody stopped and reloaded. It was like the march of doom! The Indians simply had no chance against this kind of firepower. Indian after Indian was wounded or killed, with only minor scratches for. .seven, eight and nine came quickly and hard...the pain was intense and severe but i knew it would soon lessen and i would be able to rise above it...ten, eleven...i saw you look as though you were going to speak but decided against it...You stand and get your water bottle ...i can sense you are not completely happy at how this is unfolding...maybe you are thinking you have chosen the wrong man to use your sub, maybe you are having feelings about another man using your sub at all. i am. Tears streamed from her eyes and rippled over her fingers. Quickly wiping the tears and snot from my face, I spluttered, “What’s wrong?” She shook her head and stifled another sob. Then composing herself, she lowered her hands and whined softly in a heavy French, or maybe Belgian accent, “I hate to see a man cry.” “I’m not a man,” I blurted out, the utter humiliation seizing me in undignified sorrow. I bawled into my knees, unable to keep myself from wailing like a banshee. I felt the moist. I held her chin in my hands before dropping few sets of hard slaps on her face. I grabbed her hairs tightly to push her forward with force, that got her to fall on the ground."Who the fuck are you to disobey me? Now fuck off before I pill your skin off your body!" I shouted on her face. She had tears filled in her eyes. She started to leave from the front door in her lingerie. With quick steps outside, she opened the car door to get the bag out. She made her way in hurriedly X she had a loud.