Burnside knew the three professors on the ethics panel. She had nominated one of them and had voted for the other two. She knew them well enough to ha...e been able to predict how they would vote. Brenda always voted to expel, Bob usually voted in favor of the student, so the committee's director always cast the tie-breaking vote. Normally he simply deferred to whatever the professor in question wanted, which in this case, was to leave Cecilia Sanchez enrolled.Still, the committee's vote was a. Filled up and towed back.David paid. "Why do I always have to pay, Grace?" Because you love me ... and that couch is pretty lonely."That got a nod.So ... we all loaded up in the narrow winged aircraft and hot rodded over to Lansing."Don't mention us. It's a surprise," said Grace."You got it. Nick to Ben ... Nick to Ben." Hey Nick." Hey Ben, got time to shoot the shit and do a hundred on ol' Betsy?" You bet ... what did you do ... rob a bank?" Costs more to fly every time I turn around ... just. 33 inches in diameter. These shot fly off in random directions, doing the damage that would be done by 12 pistols of .33 caliber being fired at one time.Often, only one hit was required because of all of the damage done by that first shell. However, my shotgun, though a single barrel, was designed as an auto-loader that ejected the spent shell and sent a fresh shell into the chamber ready to be used as the second shot. It used a box-magazine that held 10 shells, meaning that I had an initial. Those agile muscles begging for a suitable caress, or possibly a long glaze from my moistened tongue. And as she poured the intoxicating liquor into my glass, our eyes froze together in a serious gaze. I knew at that exact moment that my trip was fully justified in every notion. Her smooth, bald head gleamed in the faint light of the limousine's interior... my instincts yearning to cradle that sleek orb between my plentiful breasts. To feel those strong inviting arms surround my frame... It was.