Ever so slowly, I crawl forward, never moving when he is looking in my general direction. Victor truly knows his stuff, so it takes me over 90 minutes...to crawl less than 50 yards. I was going to be a smart-ass and crawl past him to shoot him in the back, but it was taking too long.It is nice to see him taking random shots at things he thinks are moving. A couple times, he comes close to hitting me. The game is almost three hours old when I take my first shot. I time it perfectly, so he is. Dec gazed at her little star. Soon the wrinkled hole would be stretched out smooth; all lines gone. He slapped her left globe sharply, leaving behind a vivid red imprint.Puppy whimpered, and then howled when he slapped her other cheek. Trying to protect her bottom, she started to scoot away. Dec grabbed her hips and pulled her back."Bad puppy!" he scolded, raining several swats to random ass cheeks.Puppy's eyes watered. Her ass was on fire, and she felt the heat radiate from her skin. The more. A couple of minutes later she came back with a key in her hand an opened the door to 106. She came out with an ice bucket a minute later and headed for the ice machine. I knew where the machine was and I knew I would have time to do what I wanted if I hurried. I got out of my car, ran to the room, adjusted the curtains so there would be a small gap and then I raced back to my car. A minute and a half after I was back in my car she came back with a full ice bucket and went into the room leaving. I looked around, but couldn’t see Emmett anywhere – he must have returned to his bedroom. I tip-toed into the corridor to retrieve the clothing I had neatly folded, the night before. Emmett’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, and I could hear the gentle snores of his restful slumber. Careful not to wake him, I quietly returned to the lounge room, folded the blanket from the couch and slipped out of Emmett’s oversized shirt. Once dressed into my own clothes again, I borrowed a pen from Emmett’s.