’ ‘What about your friends? Aren’t you concerned that they’ll be in danger, too? Is it a good idea to take them with you?’ asked Amber. ‘T...ere are many different thoughts about what constitutes a friend,’ replied Gwen as she looked around at the assembled entourage listening to her every word. ‘For Steve and me, friends are people that we love, and we will risk everything for. They owe us nothing, but give us everything. I’d never try to dissuade any of these friends from going on this journey.. Immediately, he dropped the gun from his shoulder and broke it open. The two used shells jumped out and Stan dropped two more into the gun. He raised it to his shoulder and fired again and again.Stan was absolutely ecstatic with the operation of the shotgun. Everything had worked well and he had been able to reload and fire so quickly that he was sure that he would have a marked advantage in any gunfight. He looked at the wall he had used for a backstop and saw four distinct marks where the. It was 9 am in morning. I got a call from him that he had arrived at the location. I called up my security person and instructed him to allow him in and send him to my flat.A few minutes later, I heard my doorbell ring. Finally, when I had opened the door, he was there standing tall, nearly my height, an inch shorter maybe, with a good smile and greeted me with a good gesture as the professionals would do. I let him in.To be honest, he was way better than the picture I had seen earlier on the. "I'm sorry Daddy" I mumble, trying to give him my best puppy dog eyes, hoping to soften him up a bit. It doesn't work. He growls at me "Come here!" I obey immediately, thinking I am in deep shit. He sits himself in the chair, and grips my hand, yanking me closer to his side. I stand there, swaying a bit, before he booms "On your knee's!" without thinking I immediately obey, before I think to question why, he pulls me by my waist, over his lap. I gasp, but before I can say anything he spanks my.