She was holding the Springfield Arms .45 as the Chief had showed her, and had lowered the lever safety. Near sunset, and not aiming at anything in par...icular, Lenore looked through the sights at waves against the red-tinted sky and fired at the horizon. With a sharp "Pow!" the pistol bucked, not unpleasantly. Sure enough, it fired each time she pulled the trigger, until the magazine was empty and the slide stayed locked in the opened position."That wasn't so bad." We'll get you some practice. She put the plate in front of me and kissed me on the cheek. Then she turned back to the stove to clean it off. “Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked as I watched her move to the stove. She was wearing a pair of pink cotton panties with little white hearts all over it. They weren’t meant to be sexy they were innocent, but that fact made them very sexy. They barely peaked out of the wife beater tank top she wore. She wasn’t wearing a bra because this is what she slept in. Most mornings I wouldn’t. S had heard the click of the door and so had not reacted to her touch, other than to enjoy it as she rubbed over his back. Turning he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her."Good morning again beautiful," he said as he released her. "I could almost get used to this so maybe I should move in." Barbara's breath caught in her throat. She had never married and had allowed few men to stay the night, let alone live with her. But last night had been wonderful and it felt comfortable and safe in his. He is not rich and does not own a limousine. In fact he being nineteen and still living at home hardly has a penny to his name. As these thoughts hit him they bring other thoughts to the surface. Thoughts of his mother who since her husband left her has raised three young children by herself all the way into adulthood. He remembers all the things his family has been through all the places they have lived all the jobs his mother has worked to support him and his sisters. His sister... He can't.