If he told her how we really met, it would be disastrous. But it was too late to change my mind now. Once I mentioned the three-way to her she was dea... set on it. No excuse I can think of could get me out of this now.Suddenly my wife breaks the silence of the ride."I'm looking forward to meeting your friend, he seems like a nice guy. He called me yesterday." What?" I blurted out in shock. "What did he say?" Not much. He just had a few suggestion on how to make it more fun," she says holding up. While I was watching him work, I noticed that he had a few very nicely tooled leather gunbelt and holster rigs for sale. I left his shop wearing one of them, and feeling much more comfortable about my ability to draw my pistol. I also left with a brand new box of shells for both my rifle and pistol. I even had the opportunity to fire a dozen rounds through the Colt on the gunsmith’s small shooting gallery behind his shop. The pistol shot true were I pointed it at fifteen yards.My last stop was. Tracy caught up with them half way across the parking lot and grabbed his arm. "Hey, Charlie! Some of the guys are going over to the pizza joint for a little celebration. Want to come with us?" Uh, I've got stuff to do at home."His mom took him by the shoulders and looked into his face, "Oh, Charlie, why don't you? It'll be fun!"Tracy took his hand and was pulling him along. "Come on, Charlie! We'll have a ball and everyone wants you there." NO!" He jerked his hand from hers, feeling. Then, John had the video playing and could hear that it was their second song of the night, "American Pie", it sounded incredibly clear for an amateur taping; Hannah had no doubt enhanced the audio as well as the incredibly clear video shorts that were being seen, sometimes interrupted by still photos, all of them taken of them on stage throughout the night from different angles. The boys really loved it, John especially, was thinking, "this is incredible work for something thrown together in a.