If they think you are a spy then we are all in deep shit. This is a money deal and that’s all they think we are interested in.’ ‘Okay, Pat,’ I...said, gingerly picking up the gun. ‘And don’t go pointing that bloody thing at anyone! You don’t know if it’s loaded.’ ‘Sorry, Pat,’ I said as I marvelled at the weight of the thing. ‘Eat your breakfast, then we’ll go over to the barn and I’ll show you how to handle it. The neighbours are far enough away for you to let off a few rounds.’ Having eaten and. I honestly didn't know what else to do. I figured I'd go to my parents. She told me that she wouldn't forgive me but I didn't have to leave. She needed some time to think about this and I could just stay in the extra bedroom. She didn't want me in her bed.I was both happy and sad. Maybe there was a way to salvage what was left of our marriage. I went to bed but didn't sleep worth a shit. The next morning I told her I was quitting my insurance job and going back to the factory. It would be a. After a brief pause as she looked into my eyes for the assurance that I understood, she resumed removing her bra, followed by the matching panties. She had turned her back to me, affording me an unobstructed view of her incredible ass -- sending more blood rushing to my cock.I took advantage of her position to quickly adjust my hardening cock in my slacks, watching as she slipped into the next set of lingerie, an emerald green set that was unlined and lacy, and clearly showed her erect nipples. I'm starting to see how you might be a burr under my brother's saddle. Are you planning to go over to Milwaukie and see about what he wants?" I'll have to think about that. I can't see myself giving him another chance to try to put me out of business. It bothers me that he's able to intimidate Nancy like he does. I'd hate to see her suffer, because he feels such a strong need to try to push his weight around. I might go over there to let him know that I'm not going to just sit around while he.