” I loosed. My arrow flew down the street, and struck a man right in the groin. He doubled over with a shriek, and dropped before his men. There was...a moment where all of them just stood there, and looked at the poor writhing bastard. Then they looked at me, let out a unified roar, and charged. The streets were filled with a new kind of thunder as the metallic symphony clanged its way down the wide boulevard, raising their spears and swords overhead. I pissed myself a little, then yelled,. Ashley took a deep breath to fight her way back to the controlled side of her rage line. ‘Look guys, maybe I should put this another way. Y’all seem to be playing for attention, and fighting over each other for it. I promise you that the best way to get recognition is to play as a group. Let’s try it again, this time as if we know what we’re doing.’ They started the piece again, and it did sound good. Although, Ashley kept giving her guitarist warning looks when he strayed into her view with. It also allowed my wife to get more confident and less hesitant about what may happen. As we pulled into the bookstore there was only 2 cars in the lot. I was hoping that one of them belonged to my young friend. The WBF was the first out of the car, and I gladly let her walk in front of me as I checked out her ass in the yoga pants. My wife slapped my ass as she caught me drooling over her friends ass. a few steps later I slapped her ass as I caught her doing the same. We walked in the store. He picked up the phone."Bob!" he said jovially. He listened for a second. "Bob? Can you hear me Bob?" He remembered that Margie had to put a caller on hold before he could answer. He started to yell at her, but then thought she might hang up on Bob in the process of transferring the call. It had happened before. He got up and went to her, taking the phone from her and scowling. Margie shrugged and stuck out her tongue at him."Bob!" he said into the phone. "How's my favorite client?" He listened.