“I tried hard, but I'm all out of bullets.” I responded, not pleased, but still pretty satisfied. “Bet, I could find one more.” she challenged...I was spent. I was fucked dry, and dog tired. My cock was a little sore and I wanted a shower.“You’re going to kill me, Kim.”I heard a little giggle and she snuggled closer. I heard Tasha get up and opened my eyes to see her naked body squatting down to retrieve her cloths. She got up and stepped into her underwear.“Leaving?” I asked“Yeah. This. Next was the walk in the area where my old house was. I would wave to people that I had known but I would never stop and talk. Then there were the walks downtown, I would look in the windows and window shopped but even if I thought I saw something I needed or wanted I would wait till I got home and order it on line or call and have it delivered. The only real shopping I did was when I went to the supermarket and even then I went late in the day when most people were at home. The last and maybe. The idea was to take down a door, or send a message. It was my hope and plan not to kill innocent people, just to get everyone’s attention. During my test of the sample I determined at the recommended twenty yards it was possible to get stung by some plastic shrapnel. It would sting and break the skin, but it would be a fluke if there was any significant bodily damage.Everything was packed and ready to go by nine. I decided to take the Geo to the diner for a late breakfast. I parked near the. The four of us shared a tender embrace, knowing that for better or for worse, our lives were about to change again. And that we were in this together.We each kissed one another, then changed clothes. I shed my jeans and sweatshirt and pulled on a nice pair of khakis and a button-down shirt. I admired each of the girls as they slipped on slinky cocktail dresses.I went over to the small refrigerator and drew out a bottle of champagne. Leah produced six flutes and kissed me gently on the cheek..