He lost control of his stick, and accidentally popped the cue ball up into the air, straight toward her. She caught the ball in mid air, tucked her br...ast back into her shirt, saying nonchalantly, "My turn."Sam didn't know what to do. He looked around the room, seeing if anyone had noticed what had happened. Hearing the crack of balls crashing against one another, he spun around just in time to see three go down. She was now dead even with him with five points to go before the game ended.. Mel was understandably distraught when she saw me pull the body from the car, but I didn't have time to explain things to her. I had to get the body in the dirt and lose the car before dawn. I took the shovel and walked out to a small dip in the ground that was hidden by a natural ridge in the ground. Even though we were in the middle of nowhere on some podunk road, I didn't want this body found any time soon and the small ridge would hide the shallow grave from any wouldbe passerby. I was. Do you like them? You can stroke the skin if you like; yes, just like that. Ooh, that is good. Run your fingers down the cleavage, there, feel the smoothness. Yes, they are nice and firm, thank you. I like you stroking them. Mmm, you have a nice gentle touch, that’s really arousing – look what you’ve done to my nipples! If you want to see them better you had better take my bra off, undo the catch at the back; that is something you had better practice as most men are not good at undoing bras. Oh. So unfair."Let's practice shooting," I finally said, growing too frustrated with the hand-to-hand training.I was great at shooting. Since we were in a dream, we could shape or conjure anything we could imagine. I had been afraid of guns – they make that loud noise when they're fired – ever since I was little. Once I got used to them, I found that there was something very satisfying about hitting the target and seeing the damage the bullet did. I especially liked to fire at targets that.