“It’s rational to respect weapons but this pistol has no independent agency. It’s not going to jump off the table and start shooting. There’s ... growing segment of your people like that. If it fires, it is because I - or someone - chose to fire it.”He Messed with the target. There were some clips on an overhead cable, an unseen pulley hauled the page perhaps ten feet away.Nallen carried the smaller pistol to a black line across the middle of the lane, “Come over in front of me.”I watched Nallen. "Christopher Dawson glanced over at his Mom. He had been standing byhimself, staring at the Christmas tree display. Resignedly he walkedover to join her at the front of the line to see Santa Claus."What is this, a funeral?" laughed his Mom. "You look like you're beingsent to the dog pound."Chris smiled in spite of himself. His Mom always joked about sendinghim to the pound when he was getting too wild with his dog Trinka. Buthe really didn't want to be there. Especially now. Especially. One week was all I had needed to perfectly heal my ACL. I knew that others reported the same after encountering their own Weapon or, in some cases, Weapons.We were healed in preparation for entering the Portals. Someone wanted us to go inside. Making us healthy was the perfect incentive. Since freshman training camp at Northwestern, I had not been in this good of health, and maybe not even then. I had never noticed how many little tweaks and pricks that my body felt on a daily basis until they. ..it's too beautiful to go inside, and we may as well enjoy being alone. Ohhh, my back and shoulders are on fire!" She handed me the sunscreen and laid on her stomach, "can you put some on for me?"I untied her top, blushing slightly, and rubbed the lotion over her back. I massaged her shoulders some and Naomi moaned softly. Grinning, I massaged a little slower and moved my hands to her lower back. I heard her giggle a little and she turned over, topless.I blushed brightly, but couldn't help but.