Now I make a half-hearted (well, maybe quarter-hearted) attempt to make him stop but he gets me to the point that I almost pee in my pants. And, yes, ...ery wet in the pants, but not from pee.As I lay there gasping, Tim says, "Anyone who beats Chrissy at pinball, she should have to blow them." Whoa, you guys are all better than I am at pinball. No way. Not fair. Look, anybody who gets over three million in a game, then I'll do it."In all the time I've played pinball at Tim's, no one has ever. ”“I’d love to, if you’re sure, that is.” She said.Fuck me! Was I sure? I shouted, “Hey Consuela, toss my bag out, please love.”It wasn’t actually far to drive. A slip road, led to a sandy track with a chain blocking the way, a notice hung in the middle, it said, “Entrada proibida! Publico proibida!” (Entry prohibited! Public Prohibited!). I jumped out, and undid the chain, dropping it to the ground before climbing in again, and driving through. Of course, I put the chain back.“Is this allowed?”. "That's not what it looks like," Logan said. He watched as Marcus became angrier before he finally reached for his gun and drew it. Instantly everyone had their guns out and pointed at someone, and not just Logan, Danielle, Marcus or his army, but every scout in the room had their weapons out."What is going on here?" asked a booming voice from the end of the room. Logan recognised the voice as the Guild Master for this system, Jessop. "Everyone put your guns away." Slowly, everyone lowered. He stayed in his shack most of the time so that he wouldn't have to see their desperation and pain. I saw him eyeing the longhorns, and being part Indian myself, I could tell he was wondering how he could somehow steal one of them without anybody being the wiser. That's what I'd have been thinking if I was in his place anyways.He was at least sixty years old, but not at all stooped with age or with the burden of watching over a defeated people. In his youth he had made numerous raids over into.