I would stay there and listen to them talk.With her coming to our house every day, I was getting a much better view of her body and her character. Eac... day, I was getting closer and closer to her. I started to grow some feelings towards her.Talking about her, she is very fair, and quite tall, 5’9” to be exact which wasn’t much of a deal with me as I was 6. She had a normal face but her smile and eyes would make it appear so much more.Her hair was thick, dark brown, and long. Coming down, her. Me in my boxers(underpants) went to answer the door. To my surprise, it was the girl from my tenant’s place. She came to ask about my mom, and to add spice to that she saw in my boxers and she stood without words for a minute, looking down at me. And finally, she gave me a smile and asked about my mom. I replied she is not at home, she is out of the station, will be back after a day or two. Still, she didn’t resist, she asked me a permission if she could come in. So guys here is the tricky. There were a couple of Mac-10s, a couple Berettas with silencers, and a couple of dozen little 22s with silencers. The only guns with serial numbers still on them were the Berettas, and the silencers all had military serial numbers. Everything else had the numbers ground off." Wow, what are you going to do with them, John?"John was shaking his head, "I have to get rid of them, but I don't know how. I could rent a boat and take them out and dump them, but I think my old bosses still watch me.. It was the only prayer, other than the Lord's Prayer and that bless this bed verse, that she could recall.The fisherman took her to her own rickety dock, and she paid and thanked him after he helped pile her goods on the worn planking. She sat on her dome-topped trunk and watched him tack out toward the sluggish Chester River and straighten his wide rudder. Now, she decided, I am really on my own. She sought a word, a term for it, and decided that "transformation" was a pretty good fit. I am.