He would use the iron pin, the sharp pointed primer tool, to prick the bagged charge of gunpowder through the vent hole. This would fill the vent with...powder, ready to be ignited by the portfire. Incidentally when a gun was 'spiked', disabled, to prevent its use if captured, it was this vent hole that was 'spiked, by driving a soft iron nail into the vent hole, thus sealing it.I was the rammer and sponge-man. I stood at the muzzle end of the barrel, and would first ram in the powder charge,. You have to understand that I was simply a woman who was having sex with someone other than my husband. I wasn’t overly open minded or sexual. I wasn’t one to fantasize or masturbate. I wasn’t a nymphomaniac who had some uncontrolled need for sex. I simply liked how he made me feel alive and desired and there was something primal about our meets I enjoyed. We met outdoors out of a need for discretion but it grew into its own thing.Given some of the responses I received, some read what I wrote. . she would no longer be there, for them to look at! But all of them could take solace in the fact that Mary would be back again tomorrow - wearing what promised to be yet another exquisite outfit.Mary made one final sexy walk through the store at 4:59pm, going from Cosmetics over to the front office, where she punched out with her time card. High-heels clicking, the vivacious blonde then strolled into the parking lot and got into her car. 30 seconds later, she began the drive home.About 20. What nerve. Of course, you smoothed it all over, you fast thinking, fast talking son of a bitch! As soon as we went on break, you were so solicitous, apologizing and promising to take me out to dinner, away from the crowd. I was so stupid not to see what you were up to. Dinner was wonderful. The walk afterward was a stroke of genius: work off some of the food and alcohol, then pounce.I never had a chance. You insisted we take the lobby side entrance, then you hit the button for the servants’.