The gulls soared above the gray beach, shrieked to one another, and then dipped and swooped one by one to land on a large rock some distance out into ...he Atlantic as Roger Johnston lay idly watching. He was stretched out on a pop-patterned beach blanket his daughters had given him on his forty-first birthday. There were other blankets and other people on the beach, all in a cluster near Roger, but beyond this small collection the beach was deserted; for the people were his family -- and the. She said that she had never shot so well before, and the recoil was no problem with the two-hand stance. I thought it was best to quit there with that pistol; we had learned what we wanted to know and I did not want Sarah to develop any habits with a gun she would never use again.I got the expected reluctance when I directed her attention to the shotgun. I had covered the bullet holes in the target with the patches, so we were ready for the hard part. I then showed her how to operate the pump. .." she moaned as he filled her up a few more times, feeling Jimmy pull out of her and walk over to the cows."While I'm milking the cow, why don't you milk something else darlin'?" he sweetly asked her as he brought over the bucket to milk the cows, Stephanie getting to her feet and smiling at him as she dropped to her knees between him and the cow, starting to blow him as he worked his hands on the udders of the cow."MMM...that feels real nice Steph..." he moaned, forgetting about his. His hair was black streaked with peroxide blond, coming just to his jawline. His voice was nice. A little rough, but in a pleasantly gravelly way. Next up was the bassist. He was slightly more dressed than the singer, but only slightly. Combat boots on his feet, similar (though far less tight) pants that rode almost dangerously low on his hips, and a simple black tank top. He had a leather cuff on each wrist and a few rings on each hand. Lena could see a tattoo of what looked to be some sort.