They were sent back to be rebuilt as good as new.They loaded them, a case of clips and one manual loader. You could push the bullets into clips with y...ur fingers; the guys had done so many times. It was hard on the fingers and the loader made it much easier and faster.The gun club would do a transfer to the Secret Service and invoicing tomorrow as required by the ATF.Tomorrow is to be my last day at the White House until after New Years, unless there was an emergency. The following day was. ”“Humm ... what should I do then?” I said absently. “I mean, the first movie isn’t for another ten minutes and Angelique is with her mother...”Miki grabbed my shoulders and forced me to spin around. “You kiss me silly,” she said in a strong accent.The accent made me smile, but my laugh was drowned out when Miki stood on her toes and mashed her lips against mine. She held on with desperate strength as she tried to suck the life out of me.My lungs were burning when she finally let me go. I gasped. He now felt like the opportunity would pass him by as other bank VPs were now 15 years younger than him. That pissed him off. His daughter was getting ready to start her third year at college and she chose one almost seven hours away and very expensive. She planned to study law afterward, taking more time and money. And that pissed him off. His son, on the other hand, wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps, not dad's, and become an interior designer. He was going to live at home while he. On the other hand, he's sweet, and he's given me more than anyone else I know and I think a working girl needs to have one guy in her life who isn't a john so she remembers that they aren't all assholes and the opposite sex has more uses than providing spending money. I sleep with Don because he provides me with comfort and protection and because he's sweet -- and because I need a cuddle -- and I fuck him for all of the above and because he deserves it. But I'm not his girlfriend -- we're more.