There was a chamber for the cartridge which was just a little shorter than the cartridge, so that when the chamber was sealed, the end of the paper ca...tridge was torn off, causing some of the powder to spill into the ignition chamber. The closing of the breech block simply pushed the torn paper out of the lock and it was lost to who-knows-where. At worst, a quick breath by the shooter could blow it out of the way.Closing the breech block, which was done by raising it from the bottom of the lock. Den had already guessed he would need to pay good attention. Looking around at the sofa and the coffee table, he noticed they were especially tidy. Architecture magazines were stacked neatly. Cushions sat straight in a row. The TV was dusted and the glass looked crystal clear. Even the air smelled scrubbed. Closed curtains hung wrinkle free and the stereo system gleamed like fine dinnerware. The aftermath of his birthday party had been completely swept away."Den, now that you're eighteen, I. "You don't know how sweet," she said as she turned. She looked back over her shoulder before stepping away, and added, "But maybe you'd like to find out?"I chuckled as she walked off, with a little extra sway in her shapely bottom — much of which hung out of her skimpy costume."No! Damn!"I recognized the voice, and turned to see Mara leaning her head up against one of the slot machines. She thumped her head against it a couple of times, and then sat bolt upright when a small troupe of musicians. She said she wanted to feel like a cheap whore. I took out a twenty pound note and tucked it down between her tits. I would have slipped it in her knickers but she never, ever wore any.Now I was a single father and still had erotic dreams.This night, Jenny was kneeling on the bed and being seductive. Even in the dream I know I had a massive erection and in that strange state, knew I would have to wash the duvet cover in the morning.Jenny was taunting and teasing me, I could see her blonde.