I can smell her perfume, like a sweetapple blossom in the springtime.The guards and her continued to walk down the stone corridors to ourdestination. ... can hear the clicking of the boots against the cobblestonefloor as we walked. I feel the cold floor as I walked barefoot with them.After many twists and turns, we finally reached our destination. Weentered a well lit room. The room looks like a medieval dungeon. Therewas a black wooden stock in ore area. There was a shower area with achair and a. I got a tip that my s*s was getting hit from a friend "hey your s*s is getting hit right now in the football field" Jason said. I started to walk real fast to the football field they were at. I looked around and saw my s*s getting hit so I dropped all my stuff and started to run after the perp that was hitting her and tackled him. I got up and started kicking him in the gut until he got up and ran away "yeah you better run" I yelled. I turned around and help my s*s up "thank you, matt" she said. It looks like your kind of busy. Mr. Wilson here stopped by the house and showed me a homemade porno. It wasn't a very good one. But I did make out your fat hairy ass. I wouldn't come any closer — it's locked and loaded, and you know how I love to shoot at small, little critters!" There's nothing quite like a woman with her trusty Model 1911.45 ACP to present a convincing argument.Mr. Ass backed up and started looking for his pants. He couldn't find them. Then Mrs. Ass asked, "Looking for these. I absentmindedly dropped the key into my right front pocket.We made our way to the far side of the room and then up the stairway to the second floor. It was too dark to see clearly on the upper level so I switched on my flashlight. The staircase ended at one end of a short hallway with three closed doors located on our left and a single door to the right."That's probably two smaller bedrooms separated by a bath on our left, and that door on the right is undoubtedly the master bedroom." I.