I was bargaining with a rickshaw driver over price. “Gaand mein loge hai kya, 300 mein wahan tak chodne keliye teri gaand bhi dena padega”“Ha ky...n nahi tu pehle 300 mein chod de phir gaand le le” I was quite loud and people gathered around, the driver was taken aback. Everybody took my side and shouted at the driver. He agreed to take me. Somebody said I should give only 200 or so. But I said I’ll give him what I promised ie 300. People dispersed and we took off. I could see that the driver was. I'll be watching you ... burn in Hell!" I gave him two rounds in the head with my Colt... 45 ACP was more than good enough for him ... and a waste of good ammo. At least it stopped the little fuck from breathing perfectly good air that the rest of us could use later.If I'd had to have guessed, I would have assumed that the Baron would step forward next to avenge his son, but instead it was his hysterical and otherwise useless mother. She ranted something inanely at me about that I had 'no right. I was never good at guessing stuff. Some guys swear that they can pick stuff like that out at first glance, but I say they are full of crap, besides what does it really matter? As far as I am concerned tits are tits. As long it looks good on her, I don't mind. Frankly I am more of an ass and face man myself.Stacy had beautiful face and a nice firm ass. Her facial features were more playful and full of character than her daughter's. Stacy even laughed and walked differently, Stacy's were so full. "As you wish, we will head for home ... and Nakita, I'm sorry Katia was injured. I didn't want her to come with me. She snuck aboard..." And you going off on your own would have just gotten you killed. At least some good came of it, you cut them down some. Now we just need to use that big gun of yours and cut them down some more. Think you can do that without getting anyone else hurt?" she snapped."Yes I think so. It's going to be tough. Here is what I'm thinking," I said, and I started.