I think I once read a Wilbur Smith book that also dealt with how to make your own gunpowder but I couldn't quite recall what it entailed. There was so...ething about sulphur and saltpetre I knew but what else eluded me.What had come back to me was the tactics of Britain's Special Air Service, the SAS. While I had no military training whatsoever, nor any guns or grenades, I had read countless SAS books, including a history of the regiment. I knew the philosophy that underpinned these Special. I guess I felt a little guilty as well because I was not in a mood for matters of the flesh and I could tell she was in dire need of some serious poking in all of her entryways. She had tired of begging me for my favors and when I saw her putting on her "war-paint" to visit some friends at the saloon, I was certain she was more interested in finding a randy cowboy to scratch her itch. It didn't bother me none because she was so transparent about such things and I knew she would be visibly. .Mom! Dad! What are you doing here on Christmas Eve?” “Well, honey, mom has a Christmas Eve story to tell you. Randy called to thank me for the car and it sort of came out about what has happened between the two of you and...well...Mandy thought you might need to hear this Christmas Eve story. It happened between her and Jeff when he was even younger than Randy. He was only sixteen when he and....” “Paul...Will you let me tell this in my own way! Can we come in, honey?” on in...make. You: what would you do with me if we were in my bedroom aloneYou: but with clothesYou: onStranger: do u want the whole picture step by step or just a brief descriptionYou: step by stepStranger: what kind of clothes would u be wearingYou: skimpy little top,with no bra,short shorts,and red lace thongsStranger: ur age will be?You: 17Stranger: ok hang onYou: okStranger: ok here we goStranger: i am your new neighborStranger: we haven't meteStranger: metStranger: it is a hot summer dayStranger: i am.