"However, slowly, she warmed to his brusque manner, his fumblinginterrogations, and his unschooled attempts at civility. It did not hurthis cause, ei...her, that he was both a fine artist and a handsome man. Inthe midst of one of their question-and-answer sessions, she, stillundraped, had stalled his interrogation by probing his mouth with hertongue as she pressed her breasts--and her cock and balls--against hischest and groin.Thereafter, from that moment on, he was hers, and the "detail" of. They both whirled around bringing up their rifles, and we all fired at the same instant.Their large heavy bullets smacked into our bubbles and shoved us and the bubbles back several feet as they ricocheted off of them. Our hollow-point bullets struck both men between their eyes and splattered part of their brains out the back of their heads. They were dead before they hit the ground.“Always go for the head shot with a pistol,” we both said as the adrenaline from this encounter began to wear. Someone that could dream of reaching out to the stars without fear of being damned as a heretic, a blasphemer, or a raving madman.If it was a boy, she thought to herself and smiled, she would like him to be like his father but not too much. She'd like him to carve his own destiny and raise a family of his own, set the example for those around him, be a man cherished and loved. He could be anything he'd want: an artist, a poet or a painter to put down on paper and canvas feelings, emotions and. I was chosen to be best man and Lila was maid of honour. There weren’t many people there but there was plenty of food and drink. Lila consumed both with vigour, I had a little too much, as I wasn’t used to alcohol but only enough to make me pee a lot. It was on one of my many visits to the toilet that Lila crashed through the door, “The ladies are busy” she said as I stood at the urinal. “Mind if I use the gents?” With that she disappeared into a cubicle. The shock of what had just happened.