Suddenly she no longer wanted to be alone. All she wanted was to be held in his tanned, muscular arms, pressed against his rock hard chest. The two me... were really close now, she could see the first guy starting to speak, his friend hanging back a little, his eyes glued to her. The guy was talking, making some kind of opening line — a joke or something — but she didn't even hear him, her eyes still on his friend. She mumbled, "No thanks, I'm not interested." She couldn't move her head or tear. I must say it’s a nice place with greenery all around and I came back to my cottage at around 3 in the evening. Next to the place we were staying there is another cottage and I saw this beautiful lady going inside struggling with her luggage all alone. She was one hell of a gorgeous women with fair complexion and a perfectly wrapped red saree which made her look even more sexy. I quickly looked around for anyone but no one was around there so I went to her car where she was struggling to unload. Randy told me he would probably cry when I saw him the next day at school but I remember hugging him when I saw him and all was fine. After all, CF could not be that big of a deal, right? The next day after school, Randy had plans, so I went to the library to research Cystic Fibrosis. What I found there shocked me. I found pages and pages of articles telling me that most people with CF didn’t live to their teenage years, but never past their early thirties. It told of horrible, sticky mucous. You'll be able to hit them from a much greater range than those with the semi-autos and the autos can. Use those scopes and don't forget to lead your target and to allow time for the bullet to reach. Those of you that do have the assault weapons, use them inside the two hundred and fifty yard range. Hit people that are clumped together. Don't waste a whole clip blasting after one man unless there's nothing else to shoot at."When it comes time to retreat, do it orderly. One squad will provide.