Anyway, I finally worked out a way to load the cap into a recess in the falling block when it was open. The block projected far enough out of the bott...m of the rifle ahead of the trigger so that it was easy enough to find the proper place to put the cap. A few other parts had to be modified, including the flint striker that I was now calling the firing pin.Once I had taken some time to fine tune the concept, it worked like a charm. I could reload almost as fast as I could with the old design,. "Somehow" everyone was now in front of her. I stepped into the light.Kathleen's face crumpled up and she put up Sad. Rejected. Hurt. Miserable. She told them all, "Bob wouldn't fuck me! He turned me down! He said I didn't have enough hair on my Honey Pot!"Every eye turned on me and glared. I did my best, Who, Me?Kathleen said loudly, "Do you think I have enough hair?" She pulled her skirt up and held it with her chin and yanked down those orange panties down halfway to her knees.Everyone got a. He fell asleep thinking about the twins – they were almost adults now!The morning started with children crying. Winston got up to see what was the matter, and found that the youngest two were crying about the strange beds they found themselves in, with no sign of Mama or Papa. Winston's appearance did nothing to help, so he sought some other member of the family. Looking in to the next room, he found the twins still sleeping, obviously used to the children's cries. The bedclothes had slipped. Sex with her had always been fun and she didn't mind when he shared his fantasies, but she rarely put forth any of her own. And now that she was just starting in a law firm, she spent too many hours in the office and brought too much work home.Inevitably, the sex had fallen off and Glen was left to his own devices when he would rather have had his wife around. Kim had assured him that it was just the first few years and then work would settle down in a few years. She had even taken to drop time.