"Tomorrow, fantastic" she called as she began to peddle awayAs they recommenced their activity of riding both, almost at the same time said. "I wish e...ery woman that said 'fuck' would follow it up with 'fuck I said, fuck I will do'. They rode for kilometres in silence, the speed gauges on their bikes clocked thirty kilometres an hour. Finally after an hour of solid riding they stopped for a break. "Do you think she will come tomorrow?" Rick asked. Graham smiled as he returned his drink bottle. In comparison to Scar's suit, Simba wore a simple red t-shirtand jeans. He entered the office, gesturing dramatically at nothing inparticular. "Look at what you've done to my father's city! To MY city!It's practically in ruins!"Immediately Scar's smirk disappeared, replaced by a deep scowl."This city is MINE, boy," he growled. "Mufasa is dead... and have youforgotten WHO, exactly, is responsible for that?"Simba paused, and for a moment his fury faltered.A gunshot rang out.Burning pain filled. He had written a note for her to read. “I want to look down at you, you looking up at me with me dripping from your chin”.She read it while his hand went up her leg and up her skirt. He felt the stockings and got hard instantly. That was so sexy and he couldn’t help but tell her. She loved it because she knew he would. She looked at him and told him it would never happen as she spread her legs wider. He smiled and asked, “No?”“No, you wouldn’t be dripping down my chin, I wouldn’t waste you.”. It splintered into pieces,but I heard the crack of his nose breaking. He screamed and dropped therifle as he fell to the floor holding his face with blood pouringthrough his fingers.I picked up the rifle and locked the door. The man was now rollingaround on the floor making sickening grunting noises, but I was takingno chances and kept the gun trained on him. I jumped as another burstof gunfire came from outside, followed by long bursts from several gunsat once. The firing stopped, then one.