I barely kept my hand on the handle as I was leaning on people around me. I was wearing a tight formal shirt with fitting trousers. I wanted to look g...od for the meeting but I knew I would be in a mess once I get out of this rain. The train started and people started adjusting themselves. But the men standing near me didn’t move at all. They wanted me to stay in this position as all of them were close to a hot girl. I couldn’t tell them anything as it was my mistake that I got into this. "Terri sat quietly for a few moments, I was guessing she was thinking thenshe looked me straight in the eye and said, "So Gary if I was to offer toset your hair in curlers and then style it for you would you agree toletting me do this?"Her saying this caught me guard and I had to think fast, I knew I wantedto say yes to her, but I was afraid and unsure if she was serious or not. "Well come on tell me yes or no Gary," she said once more. Her look was stern so I lowered my head and told her, "Yes. I understand what Becky was trying to say, I feel like if she had died, I wouldn't have been able to last much longer either. At least I wouldn't have wanted to. And while we're on the subject of my job, I hate my fucking job. I go there because I make good money and we need it to afford the house that Becky wanted and the vacations that she loves, and her car and all of that shit that we've accumulated. Yes Becky has control of the hours she works, but Becky's job can't pay for even half of. ”I requested, “Hold off the artillery for a few minutes, I want to get eyes on the building first.”George questioned, “Why is that?”I reply, “Because the fucking sniper might take off when he hears the artillery fire, I know I sure as hell would.”I found a good room on the eastern side of the building and crawled into it so I didn’t expose myself. I pulled out my sniper rifle, mounted a thermal scope in front of my regular scope and began to scan the roof of the tall building. With the thermal.