Jones, I can understand and sympathize with that. I appreciate your courtesy in talking to me. Good day. Here is my card (generated on the spot by Rin...). Please call me if you have a suitable house show up that I might invest in.”I left the office and walked to my car. [Ring, did you notice her body language? It looked to me like she was lying over some of what she said, maybe all of it. What do you think?][Yes, I agree with you about her lying, but I could not pick up what she was trying to. "Can I call you Shell?" I asked her. "I noticed some of your friends call you that. I like it!" Sure," she said with a look in her eyes that expressed her intention to wait for me to recover from whatever Miss Malone had done to me."I can't meet you today, Shell," I said."Why?" she asked looking over my shoulder."I need to do something," I explained."Okay," she said with a very cute pout."Would you go out with me on Friday?" I asked her.I could not believe that my voice was so calm. Michelle. This time they wanted Chuck to go first so they had a time to beat. He grinned at me when he entered the range and set up at the first position. The bell rang and targets began popping up. These were all in a different order than the first time around. Cap explained that the targets popped up in a computer selected random order for each combat shoot so no one would know what the next target would be.Chuck's thirty rounds seemed as if they were all from the same magazine and not three different. She was easily the most obstreperous little girl in his class, and at the same time she was infuriatingly endearing.The terms were not contradictory in Hill's mind. Any girl who could be that bold and that independent, and disarm anger was infuriating to any adult.He crept up behind her. She was murmuring to herself."Oh, darling, fuck me, please, fuck me. Stick your great big cock... !"Hill rushed her, and had the handkerchief over her eyes and tied behind her head before the little girl could.