It's amazing, but the machine gun and 12 of the AK-47s were salvageable. I didn't know what we could do with the AK-47s, they would probably go into s...orage with the AR-15s. On the other hand, the .50 caliber machine gun was worth having. There was a lot of ammunition for it, somewhat scattered by the destruction of the boat, but recoverable. We also picked up all of the spent brass that we could find for Bill to reload. I had hopes of him being able to adapt his explosive warhead to the large. "Oh. That."He lifted his eyes from the box. Elyse stood there in her robe, her expression at first calm, then apologetic. She seemed to be waiting for him to speak."Please don't go."His voice sounded so small, as though he barely had the air to make the words come. He wanted her to move closer, to take the box and hurl it into the trash and assure him she could never go to him again. Instead she looked down at the box as though sizing its dimensions. Steven shivered as he imagined she was. Even though the churning water hid her body, I could see the boys excitement level had just gone up to 10. They were probably thinking that she didn’t know the jets were on a timer, and that they would go off soon. They started to gulp their drinks as the minutes went by and the tension rose.Finally the timer expired and the jets stopped. The water settled quickly and you could clearly see my wife’s tits just below the surface. Her cunt was still a bit obscured, but it was easy to tell that she. Scott grinned, he was barefoot and wearing only a pair of running shorts – on Main Street.He looked at the posters. They were promoting a 'battle of the bands' contest at one of the popular downtown clubs. He squeezed the paper into a ball, but had nowhere to get rid of it.He retraced his steps to the kitchen and hunted for a wastebasket. He opened all the cabinets and searched the walk-in pantry, but couldn't find one. The downstairs bathroom didn't have one. Scott rubbed his neck with a free.