I loved my rifle, it was the best sniper rifle ever designed. A large calibre bolt action rifle, taking an 8.59mm bullet. It was fitted with day and n...ght all-weather telescopic sights as well as a spotting scope. It had a six hundred meter one shot kill range but was effective up to one thousand one hundred meters for harassing fire. Every target I had ever had in my sights was dead. I had stopped counting how many that was, it seemed a bit morbid. I was doing my job, not collecting notches on. Give me what I want... I fucking want it..." I reached my hand up the gap in her skirt and watched her eyes tilt back. She leaned forward into me and her warm cheek pressed against my own. Her lips mouthed a muted moan. She was already so wet, how could she refuse my young tight little body?"It still... applies... I.... Stop it.... fuckp.!" Melanie pulled my hand away. "I don't mix business with pleasure, I'm sorry Sam... Truly.” She dropped a crisp hundred on the counter and walked out the bar. ” James had never been a fan of noblemen, but in the year he had been in the Castle Rockhelm he had begun to hate them more. . . Well this particular nobleman anyway. Lord Fredrick’s daughter however was a different matter. Unlike her father, the young lady Elizabeth had managed to avoid being a stuck up, impatient, quick tempered pain in the backside. Elizabeth had frequently been visiting James at the smith’s ever since he started working there a year ago. James enjoyed talking to her and. Roger and Woody went home, Ida took then in the chicken coupe de ville and came home in the early hours of the next morning. "There were a few stops they didn't pull out when they were playing the organ for me, so I showed them. I hope you didn't mind.."I wanted to see both of them again, have some fun, have some SEX, but, somehow, I got caught up in events down there, and I wasn't Brenda Whitlach, the f******n year old cock sucker and DP princess, I wasn't even Sylvia Greenburg any more, and I.