I would walk around pretending to hold a camera as I search for the shots that were the 'cheekiest' and make sure I was not in the mirrors reflection....Suddenly it came to me. I would make the camera the mirror.I put the camera on a tripod about waste high and had mother undress and pretend to admire her body in the camera/mirror. That was all the instruction she needed. I made sure the camera was cranked and shouted 'Action' . She began by examining her curves and running her hands over her. He was shouting for Joe when he heard the sound of a rifle shot before he felt the bullet rip through his left shoulder. His instant response was to spin around and fire the shotgun. The second shot from Doug’s rifle didn’t miss and Uncle Jamie fell to the floor.A couple of hours after the skirmish, Doug had helped the Tracker Guard load the dead body onto the back of the spare horse. Joe was tied to the saddle and would have to walk behind.Doug watched the younger lad as they left; whether to. " Your gay ass wanted me that bad, that you got her to swap you withHeather?" No. I'm not gay, we just wanted Heather to see you through my eyes." Why, what's with your eyes? Do you have 'special eyes'?" No, but she needed to see us through eyes of someone who cared abouther." I care about her. Why did she need to see us, so she could getjealous?" So she could see how you really treat her." You aren't complaining." And if I did?" I'd beat your fat ass." I could see the look of recognition. Matt would have his own room, bathroom, and could enjoy swimminganytime he wanted, and with his girlfriend next door, he would enjoybeing part of the family more often as the two families interacted.Matt was told about the house and was instantly enamored with it. Bettyasked if Taylor was going to go swimming, getting a blush and smirk fromtheir parents while Matt offered a warm, "She will, but I want to go aswell. It'll help ease my muscles after practice and matches."That night, Taylor came.