...I entered the library with a full complement of coffees and chatted for a full half hour with the staff on the desk before heading for the stacks. ... had no inkling as to what I wanted to read, my tastes are fairly eclectic ranging from thrillers to horror to comedy; pretty much all across the board. Gradually I worked deeper and deeper into the rows of shelves. I was very near the back of the library when I entered one of the last aisles. The books on the shelves were a haphazard of. I wasn't prepared to see her dad's service revolver in her hand.Feeling my heart almost stop and then start again, beating in a rhythm that made me feel weird, I blurted out, "Joyie Ann Adkins, what the hell are you doing with your dad's gun?"Her laugh chilled me to the bone. She pointed the barrel of the weapon at me.I backed away from her and she followed me into the living room, where I bumped into the back of the sofa.Stopping, a few feet away from me, she said,"You bitch. You ratted me. ”“Thanks tell her I will do gut busters, suicide drills until I cramp and puke that ought a be enough of an agonizing physical punishment to satisfy hubbie to be, Art.”“Alright Gwyn you are an important part of the performance team, not only your voice but trying to re-choreograph for the hole on stage your absence would cause. Now that would be a pain in the ass for me.”Mr. Peter turned weekend gear shifter and her apprentice Gwyn took off to deliver their load to St. Louis. Later at ate back. She began to speak to me. "You have been a great student to me and friend im so proud of you for all you have had to put up with." She said staring into my eyes and her hands clasped on mine.I sensed the opportunity to respond " thanks but i couldnt have done it with out you miss" i say smiling. She stands me up and brushes my shoulder looking me up and down. "You are one hansome man, if only i was younger" she said her lips so close i could almost kiss them. My cock hard in my pants leaving a.