After all, Molly was only interested in riding them. She knew nothing about taking care of these large animals nor did I. My name is Tom by the way. M... wife Molly is twenty-eight. I’m hitting forty now and consider myself a very lucky man. Molly is my trophy wife. I was up at the feed store one weekend buying supplies for the herd when a man approached me and we started to talk. He was a tall slim black man. He walked over and shook my hand and introduced himself as Harry. ?You live up at the. There’s a very nice armory there, along with a firing range. You get a few thousand rounds downrange, and it won’t be a problem for you to come with us.”She looked depressed at that. “Hey, sweet lips.” I walked over, Piper and Curie getting back up and following me. “We’re all a family now. We’re married. The one thing that we don’t do is let each other get hurt, not if we can help it. These two know how. You’ll get there, and it won’t be too difficult. I believe in you.”Piper nodded, giving. One day I had to help move some stuff at Staceys and after a while felt something wrong with my shoulder. It got real stiff and had a little pain. She offered to look at it, but not taking massage too seriously, I laughed it off. Seeing how much pain I was in at dinner, my wife (Stacey's sister) told me not to be stupid and to let her look at it. Finally I agrreed and we went into the finished basement where she could work on my shoulder. I had to take my shirt off and lay on her portable. .....CRACK!.....CRACK! "Do you want to do this all day?" asked Jim "I suggest you start counting" CRACK! "one" I muttered through my sobing. CRACK! "two" I wimpered again. It went on that way until we got back up to fourteen again, and then all of the way to thirty.By the time it ended I was nothing but a sweaty lump draped over that saw horse. I was so worn out that I couldn't use my legs to take any weigh off my abdomen. My entire body was shiny and slippery from all the sweat that had.