Fucking little boys! This has happened three times to me now. I said get those fucking fingers away from me! You don't know what you're doing with the... anyway. Just go home. I might call you, but I wouldn't hold your breath."Curtis trudged out of the garden, exiting through the side gate. I felt a bit sorry for him; if I'd had access to a body like that as an 18 year old I probably wouldn't have just messed up the grass - I probably would have deliberately coated her as well! I wasn't sure what. His slightly faded blue jeans weretight and form fitting, yet comfortable he thought as he turned to lookat the rear view. He was starting to feel a bit warm as he was clearlydressed for being outdoors as he tugged at his white turtleneck, whichwas underneath his heavy navy v-neck sweater, which both had long fullsleeves. He relaxed a little though when he studied his face and noticedthat his look was actually quite reserved. She had given him a girl nextdoor type look, with simple pink cheeks,. One said she did not want anything and the other wanted a Jack and Coke. We drank our drinks and chatted. Eventually the other girl wandered away. The one that wanted the Jack and Coke already must have had a few drinks. She was visibly on her way to a good drunk. She kept staggering over to a table with two other guys. I asked her if she wanted another drink and she wanted another Jack and Coke. I figured she was so wasted she would never know the difference, so I ordered her a whiskey and. I called to Mary to shoot at the horses, not at the men, and I was doing the same. We began to make immediate inroads into the gang when we did that. Most of the men who had been riding horses that were shot were injured in the fall sufficiently to put them out of the fight. Those that were not so badly injured, still made nearly stationary targets at a range that made them nearly impossible to miss with a second shot.Fortunately, we both had spare cylinders for our revolvers, so we were able.