Just one more thing to do to finish his ranger training. They told him he needed to learn how to handle a firearm. Learn how? He had been raised with ... firearm in his hands from the age of twelve. He was an excellent shooter, both on the firing range and in the field. He had never failed to gain his hunting limit since his fourteenth birthday. And on the firing range he never had a shot outside the black. So he breezed through the firearms qualification and was asked to stay and teach the. P ... please d ... don't kill me. P ... please?" begged Vanessa with wide eyes in a small quiet voice, with her bottom lip now quivering.Rayne was surprised at how quiet and pitiful she now sounded.Vanessa was so scared that she was now visibly shaking hard. She now looked like she was in the middle of having a severe epileptic seizure.But she knew that her life was now hanging by an extremely small thin thread. It felt to her as if at any moment Rayne would suddenly leap to her feet to take. ” “You shouldn’t be back here.” I lean back against the counter, watching her as she squats, her cutoffs not designed for such action. “Go on,” she says, stopping to confront me, hands on her hips. Funny how that makes her tits stick out. “Thought we might have a chat.” “Are you kidding me?” A look says the rest, as in: “I’m young and lithe and desirable, and you’re not.” But her look also says, “Look at my tits.” So I look. “You’re disgusting.” “You’re de-lovely.” I knew she wouldn’t get the. I smiled back and said I would like to have a glassof white wine.After the waiter brought us our drinks, Ken raised his glass and made atoast. "Here's to a lovely evening." I agreed and as we clinked ourglasses Ken said that he hoped that I would enjoy my evening outtonight."I have no doubt that I will." So, let me ask you a question. How much do you enjoy being Charlotte?"I smiled and told him that I don't think I would enjoy being anyone elsein the world. My brain was being flooded with.