I'd only made a halfhearted stab at sighting it in when I bought it, but damn, it would have been better than the Glock.There was no way to know exact...y what they saw that let them know someone was in the little copse of trees, it might have been motion or even a reflection off my rifle or scope lens. They saw something though because the one leading the packhorse dropped the lead and then they both strung their bows, knocked arrows, and kicked their horses into a lope, howling like banshees,. My plan was to make things so unpleasant, he'd never want to see Kennedy again, talk about misreading a situation. I'm supposed to be the one who can read things like that.I turned up unexpectedly, typical Kennedy. Matt was working at home, I transformed myself into Kennedy (you know the trick SuperMan does with that glasses, so no one recognizes him, that's how I do it.) I just barged in and started being Kennedy. I was wearing the dominatrix outfit I like. I was going to use the horse whip he. I soon came to a small clearing only eight feet or so in size, and noticed a rather large black guy standing to the side of it stroking an impressive, semi-hard cock. He appeared to be in his 40's, stocky, with shaved head. As I approached, he kept stroking. When I got into the clearing, he walked over to me and felt my growing bulge. When I didn’t pull away, he reached up and pulled my tee shirt off, then unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the ground. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so. Before I was led away from my cell, I was blindfolded and bound by my wrists. I walked in complete darkness, but heard the drums get louder as I was directed towards the source.Once there, I felt the heat from the Beltane fire and after the hoodwink was removed, I tried to shield my eyes from the glare emanating from the flames. The tribes people were dancing around a stone alter in the middle of a henge made of stone as well. With the drug from the tea still intoxicating me, I shambled my way.