I fired twice and put two rounds into Koslow, center mass just like in the textbooks. Blood blossomed on his shirt where his heart used to be, and he ...egan to fall forward. My shooting simply showed Bolling where I was firing from, and he turned towards me and kept firing. I felt pain in my left arm and chest as something tore through the thin metal of the display, but I kept on target and put two more rounds downrange and hit Bolling in the center of the chest.I knew something was wrong, but. "It had made a big cutback in the numbers of questionable ads. Kirsten smiled; she'd seen ads from these bozos before. Apparently, they hadn't gotten the message yet. On the margin of the ad she wrote "Pd -- use BBB ad following", and put it in her outbasket.The next envelope was marked "Legal Advertising," and came from the Fish and Wildlife Service in Minneapolis. This also was nothing new; they got a legal from the Fish and Wildlife Service about four times a year. She opened the copy and. I reached for the baby oil and lathered my hand dropping my shorts with a flick of a button, “No.” I said. “Yes you were,” he insisted moving towards me. I began to caress my shaft. “Do you want to see it again?” he asked. I didn’t answer. He bent over and spread his ass cheeks. “Do you want to put it in? It’ll feel just as tight as your sister I bet.” My shaft now wet with baby oil was throbbing and hot in my hand. I moved towards him slowly my head brushing against the flesh of his ass. He invited me in and I closed the door behind me.Previously he had told me that his machinist along with the latest equipment installed in the company shop could produce anything desired. I opened the weapons case for his inspection, gave an explanation of what he was being shown and then asked, "How soon can you manufacture one hundred of these packages and what will be the cost"? He responded that he had been concerned about the lack of work available for the shops and would get back to me.