Again, on the way back, he gets indignant. ‘Again with that fucking bear! Again, he victimizes me, again he demeans me, again he degrades me! I’ve...got to kill him, dead, deader than dead! He cannot do that to me! I’ll fucking kill him!’Reaching the truck, he stowed the Lapua, and pulled out a antitank weapon. ‘This will kill him! This is just the ticket!’ he thinks.He tiptoes back toward the location of their last meeting. Eyes open, head up, ears pricked up, the guy is dialed in, in tune with. His name was “Ball Twister” and had a success rate of throwing off 90% of the riders before the time was up and had a mean and tricky disposition who had injured many riders. I was sure everyone in the stands could see my face become beet red as the announcer continued with“The cowboy riding him tonight is a former top ranked collegiate rodeo star in two categories who decided to continue with his veterinary studies instead of going on the pro rodeo circuit when he graduated. Give a big hand to. ComI took one last look in the mirror before I grabbed my purse andwalked out of the bedroom, my heels making no sound on the carpet. Theburgundy skirt was just above my knees, cut straight and fit meperfectly; the antique white blouse with the sheer inserts above mybreasts hinted, but didn't reveal my breasts, while the high lacecollar hid my Adam's apple. I slipped on the jacket and adjusted myclothes one last time before I looked in the mirror, opened the frontdoor, and stepped outside. I. “He knew before me actually so I sat there like a lemon as his new secretary was brought down, and I hadn’t even told him myself I was leaving.” Lesley knew exactly what she had done. She wanted to rile her friend. It was more of a turn on than she thought it would be, a very chilling experience, and one she knew would end up with her on the receiving end of a spanking. Susan was still enraged. “You should have asked me first? How come you took it for granted I would come with you?” “I just.