“Take off your heels until we get there, we need to be silent!” I heard the voice say.Still blindfolded, I removed my heels and they were taken fr...m me, I think from the guy who was still pulling me through many heavy sounding gates that had a recognisable loud ‘clunk and click’ as they were opened and shut.I seemed to walk and stop and walk and stop for ages, and I kept nearly stumbling where I couldnt see where I was walking.I felt so vulnerable, more so than ever before.Occasionally I would. I own a twenty-two two-fifty Remington Seven Hundred. It’s a good varmint rifle. I also have a 30-06 Remington. Both of them are equipped with scopes. Besides those, I have a twenty-two rim fire and a Browning semiautomatic shotgun.” Rob chuckled. “My brother and dad have more guns than I do.”“It sounds like your family owns an arsenal,” I said.“Not really. All of our guns are for hunting. We aren’t into the military type weapons,” Rob replied.“What do you think I should buy?” I asked. The idea. The dress shops were doing business hand over fist. I doubted they hadvery many formals left after the seniors of our Academies were finished.I wasn't the least bit disappointed in going last, after a few moments ofthinking about it I realized that watching the other two graduations Iwould be able to refine my own process before it started.Now I was busy dressing in my finest dress, four inch heels and mysexiest lingerie. The seniors this year were going to be passing theirstatus down to the. " God damn fucking bitch!" I heard her yell out the name once more, talking to herself in the kitchen. "Who the hell does she think she is? Fuck! She's never gunna take my job!"I sat back down and squatted low. I tried to mold myself into the living room couch, hoping she wouldn't notice me. After two years of marriage, I knew. It was better to leave her alone when she got like this. No matter what I said, no matter what I did, she would be sure to jump on the first word out of my mouth. Better.