He called back, telling me he wanted me out in 30 days or he would have me dragged out. ‘I got you, you stupid cocksucker!’ was his exact last wor...s to me. Yes, those were his last words. I went into my den, picked up my doublebarrel 12 gauge shotgun, loaded it with two buckshot rounds and walked up the hill. I rang the bell, he opened the door. He had time to look me in the eyes, and glance down. I tripped both barrels, almost cut him in half. I just turned and walked back down the hill, threw. "I've cut them up small so that you can manage with one hand. Water, squash?" Water would be fine," she answered dully.Andrew noticed it immediately. "Poor little thing," he thought. "She's whacked already."He did not try to jolly her along and they ate in virtual silence."Thanks Andrew," she said finally. "That was great." Thanks," he smiled. "It wasn't too great a strain on my culinary resources. Now, young lady, you're obviously bushed so you're going to have a rest. After that we need to go. I had relied on her to be there, to be competent, and to deal with whatever the customers threw at her. She knew the kids who might try shoplifting sweets and the old ladies who ‘forgot’ items they had put in their handbags. Some of the older part-timers were as good, when they were there, but for hours each day I had a youngster as my only assistant. I was missing Chloe as a friend too. We could talk about anything and everything. We liked the same things and after years together we seemed to. I Watched as her wet sex rose and fell around mine, the thick, pink-lined lips pushing in on her downward thrusts, and pouting outward on her upward pulls. The tightness when she would occasionally squeeze me with a motion of her thighs, made me only want to thrust into her deeper still. Gripping her at her waist, I rolled us over and spread her wide, using my weight to press her knees upward as I drove my cock up into her belly, I took control for a moment. Then, a pause, and pulling from her.