He was in three-quarter profile to me, so I had a shot at his chest, and his horse's head was not in the way. I aimed a little high to allow for the d...op of the bullet as it traveled about 250 feet. His horse twitched just as I fired, so I knew that I was not going to hit where I had aimed—the bullet would just take too long to get to him.All my effort was not completely wasted. I hit him somewhere in the gut, and that caused him enough shock and pain to drop his shotgun to the ground. Now, he. He made eye contact with me and gave me a puzzled look as I drove in past him.Now Jan also specalises in non-sexual massage (her sexual massage is pretty good too!) and rarely sees more than two clients (of whatever sort) in a day. It was a Tuesday and I knew that she has a "regular" at about 9.00 on a Tuesday morning and that he has gone by about 10.00. So what was this other gent doing her at that time? I decied to ignore him, parked and walked straight up to the front door.A further. That was until the Thursday evening when something went awry, Sandra usually arrived at my hotel room door about seven. Her husband would call her religiously at six thirty so they could have a chat before she theoretically went down for dinner. Of course in the last couple of years Sandra would come to my room after he’d called, for hors d’oeuvres, before we went down to eat together. But that Thursday evening, Sandra had not arrived at my room by half seven. So I went down to her room to. What do we know?" I could feel Tami shrug."Then what? That's not so bad." Robbie asked."I was on my way to second period and a freshmen stopped me. Felicia something, she was an office aide. Kinda cute."I felt a hand on my forehead."Just slightly feverish," Robbie said. "Pretty soon he'll come to his senses and realize he can't handle what he already has."She was right, but I sure wasn't going to admit it, so I ignored her. "She had a note that Mr. Reed wanted to see me. When I got there, he.