"How's the kid doing, Candy?" Axe asked."He seems to like rock and roll," Candy replied."Sorry about the attitude, Axe," Jane said, shaking Don's hand... "You wouldn't believe the number of guys who want to help us out." I might, actually." So what are you doing here, Axe," Jane asked."I was bored and decided to come see my favorite keyboard player. And maybe steal her away for a little conversation, later." You were just joking about helping out, then?" Not necessarily."Jane looked at her band. "So Sam, for the record and my protection, we are going to quickly talk through your idea before we start." Samantha shifted her weight from side to side, she could hear her own pulse in her ears she was so nervous. She looked at the camera and biting her lip she nodded her acceptance. "Please start to take your dress off while we talk" he said in a firm voice. This didn't take much effort, Samantha let the straps of the white cotton dress slip from her shoulders and in turn the whole dress. Many men presumed she was film star and more than a few suspected that she was a prostitute. The speculation was not entirely false, because countless times in her thirty four years she had employed her sexual charms to gain a business advantage. This evening was no exception, because Patterson was leaning over the desk, stretching her legs and almost thrusting her backside at the Warden standing behind her as she pretended to read a letter. His erection was visible from the office door. . I removed the lions, without disturbing the bears or the sabertooth.My 50 is not a Barrett. It's not a sniper rifle, it doesn't have a night scope, or a bi-pod. It's not a semi-automatic. It's a single shot rotating bolt action with a lever action rising block I made in my shop.I have a Bridgeport, a Delta lathe with a mill setup and an end mill. I also have a deep hole boring bar and a rifling bench ... man toys!!My .50 is heavy, awkward and clumsy. What the hell, I'd never built one before..