She said 'nope, baby I want them today', whilst lifting her skirt and turning around. She had asked me to eat her ass and put in her princess plug. Th...oughout the course of the day, I kept on dewelling on what she was thinking about in her dream and why she was so adamant about her toys. She sent me some pictures of her ass whilst at work, which made me so turned on.I walked into the house and saw that her heels were on the floor by the door and I asked if she was home, I heard some moaning. Mason steadied himself and squeezed the trigger. It didn't move."Fuck! The safety!" He fumbled with the weapon."Please just do it. This is torture." Jennifer began to cry again.Mason flipped the safety and took aim. Jennifer lifted her head andlooked him in the eye. He registered her dignity. Now that she knew shewas going to die, her resolve was impressive. She looked him in the eyesagain and nodded."Gak!" Mason lowered the weapon.Jennifer looked confused.Mason threw the phaser on. " Why do you talk so ... well, stilted?" She felt him stir. "That's not a criticism," she said hastily, "I don't mean it that way, I even think it's kind of cute. But the perfect grammar, the way you use words—you have a huge working vocabulary—I never hear you use contractions, you have to admit most people don't talk quite that way." 'Cute, '" he murmured. "How sweetums."She laughed, and sat up. "OK, but I'm serious. You know you talk differently. Why?" Well, I think I told you it was how I. .. Of ... A ... Bitch! ... Those pistols were fantastic! I could shoot without a separate motion ta cock the hammer—that was what was meant by "double-action."The other big deal about these revolvers over the Colts was that there was a way to carry them with all six chambers loaded without the danger of accidentally shooting the pistol. I did have ta learn a new way ta change cylinders, but I liked that top-break feature once the screw was removed. It was almost as fast as changin' the cylinder.