Well it was getting late, girls still didn’t return and I could imagine Lynda copping a good fucking while Nicolette was avoiding passes as happ...ned a number of times when single according to some of Nicolette’s account during our bedtime talk. It was past 1:00 am when I went to bed wondering what was happening and unable to sleep too well from anxiety and excitement, was sure the girls were OK as the sailors should be respectful, to an extent or perhaps they were picked up by local. A tear ran dwon her cheek but she could not wipe it away soon more flowed as she rembered that last day so long ago.The man introduced himself as John, a local and over beers and smokes they chatted, it was getting dark so she got up pulled on her tight gloves and bid him farewell as she mounted her machine. The bike turned over but refused to start, she had a long way to go. John said he owned a mechinc shop and would fix the bike the next day, he loaded it into his truck and they drove off.. It was quite filthy, with her clothes and spellbooks thrown haphazardly around and a thick layer of dust covering the tops of the cabinets and dressers. All of the servants had quit after her parents had died, and Alice wasn’t all that interested in cleaning the manor when she could be working on magic. Alice walked to him and dropped to her hands and knees and bowed her head. Without preamble, Wyrm spoke. “You will clean this entire manor every day at dawn, and after completing your chores you. They have to go.Fortunately, Mother dropped me cradling my 50 ... I removed the lions, without disturbing the bears or the sabertooth.My 50 is not a Barrett. It's not a sniper rifle, it doesn't have a night scope, or a bi-pod. It's not a semi-automatic. It's a single shot rotating bolt action with a lever action rising block I made in my shop.I have a Bridgeport, a Delta lathe with a mill setup and an end mill. I also have a deep hole boring bar and a rifling bench ... man toys!!My .50 is.