"As the woman looked at the ring, she gave a mysterious smile before disappearing into the back of her store, coming back nearly an hour later with a ...mall box. "This is what you are looking for, now head home." No matter how much I tried to get a word in after that she would just shoo me away, telling me to head home. Seeing as I wasn't going to get anything more out of her, I did as she had said and headed home.Arriving home, or my mother's to be more precise after my dad left us years ago. 45 caliber carbine barrels that Wayne had. This would cut the weight of the gun and the shorter barrel would not affect the accuracy within the intended range. It took only two more weeks for the seven mechanics to complete their prototype and have it ready for testing. They moved it to the ranch shooting range and tried it out without an audience. It worked pretty well, but there were a few tweaks necessary. These minor problems were fixed and an official presentation was set for the next. The last week in particular I had found myself hornier than usual, playing with myself as I lay in bed before I got up for work, and again at night, which I thought of as my "nightcap". I went along the trail that led to the beach and emerged to find it fairly deserted, just a few of couples and the occasional single man spread out along the length. I headed over to the western corner of the beach which was always my favourite location. I put my towel and my bag down and disrobed. I do not have. . Revealing."Jerry crossed his legs, hiding his excitement. "It's not so bad." April stood a little closer. "Well?" She ran her hands up to her breasts, "Not so bad? Should I wear them or not?" She turned around in a circle. "I . . . don't . . . know what you're asking." He sputtered. April faced him. "I'm asking if I look good in this underwear, or not." I guess so."Or not, the words echoed in her mind. She had come this far, rather than making a fool of herself, Jerry.