"I picked up the dart pistol and walked behind the guy with the mushy face and shot him in the ass with a dart. It got a reaction."You motherfucker!" ...e screamed. "You're a dead man!"I helped him down to the ground with a smack across the head with the barrel of the pistol. His associate wasn't nearly so aggressive. He just cringed, pleading with me not to shoot him. I smiled as I put a dart in his upper leg, just missing his equipment.I helped Jimmy slide down the trunk of a poplar into a. Jeb, that is some powerful stuff,” Joe told him.“Yep, and them girls are the best you ever saw at fishing with dynamite too. Both of them can make that dynamite explode just as it goes under.”“How did you ever figure out how to make the fuses just right to blow up as it hit water?” Eli asked.“Like I told you, I used that stuff for years in the open coal fields where we used the steam shovels to dig it out and load coal trains. I know how long it takes to burn an inch, or a foot of fuse. These. Those with memberships could simply slide their card and walk in.The tanning never seemed to slow down; there was always waiting lines. I just assumed it was the winter party season driving it. Marcy changed the hours to 7 AM until 10 PM to try to cut down on the waiting lines. If it didn't slow down after the first of the year we were going to have to order more tanning equipment to fill the two empty slots in the booth. Wendy was god-send in the tanning room. Being the people person she was. A slow,toothy grin split his face again.I looked down to see my shimmering purple blouse turn dull, and cotton,before bleaching itself bright white. The sleeves extended down to mywrists and two button cuffs bloomed and fastened themselves tightly. Thecollar pulled itself closed, each button fastening one after the other,until it was snug around my neck. Was he putting me back to normal?Of course not.The bustier I was still struggling to live in loosened just a little,and shrank until it.