Breakfast was over and Amy suddenly said, "When do I learn about guns? I have never touched a gun in my life." Everyone looked at me; I smiled and sai..., "Let's look at what we have." The squeal was cut short as Amy covered her mouth. Giggling, everyone else began chores and cleaning. Brenda took the first watch. Amy and I went to the weapons safe. We took all the small frame pistols, a .410 and 20-gauge shotgun; several rifles and then picked up ammunition for them.We loaded my small truck and. "Nancy," the dark-haired woman called after her assistant, "Hold all mycalls until I let you know otherwise." Yes, Miss Howard," the sweet little firecracker replied as she strodefrom the room. As she passed between me and Andre I had the urge toslap her cute, bouncing behind just to hear her startled squeal.Once the doors swung shut she looked us both up and down appraisingly."Hello, Andre," she said warmly, her power-lawyer act partially meltingaway. "Who's your friend?" Get over here and. But, I had always struggled with Rachmaninoff 3rd concerto, and I surrendered to the fact I would never become a real pianist. I stood up from the bench and inexplicably cried. "Oh, no," he said in the most comforting tone possible. Mr. Ponce opened his arms and held me in a tight and warm bear hug. It must've looked strange to see a 20 year old cry in the arms of a husky middle-aged man. Mr. Ponce was about my height, 6'0. He weighed at least 100 pounds more than I did, and his grizzly goatee. . I think. I just got lectured by a young punk that's got more brains in her asshole than my fucking parents have between the two of them. Oh, and I set your girlfriend straight too, I think. She thought you and I were fucking. Jeezuz, I wish! But I told her you weren't stupid enough to want a slut like me..." Cynthia!" Pete snapped firmly as he interrupted her. "You may be a very scared and lonely girl who's got herself in a rotten spot, but you're not a slut. I told you before, you've got to.