I arrived at the house two days later just as she was leaving“Are you going out”“I was going shopping but that can wait, come on in”We went in...to the living room“Can I ask you to do something for me again”“I told you, I’m here anytime you want me”“Will you watch me use my toy then come on my girdle again, I had Billie’s perfume on for two days last time”Billie’s perfume was what her dead husband called his cum when he squirted it on her.“I free now if you are”My mother in law led the way into. .. it happened." Did you use a condom?" she asked.I blinked. That was the first time I thought of the condoms hidden under the stack of T shirts in my dresser."Uh ... no," I said. I felt, suddenly, like I had to come up with an excuse for not doing so. "It was dark," I said.I guess it was a good excuse, because she kissed me again. That turned into a five minute kiss, with her writhing against me. You have to understand that Phee, being a redhead, was very intense, and had these moods where she. It wasn’t a fluid flip or throw you see in the movies. Maybe if I had some kind of formal training I could have managed that. Instead, I went down with him, both of us collapsing but with me on top of him.I drove my elbow low in his gut, aiming for below his bullet proof vest. His grip loosened as the wind was driven out of him, and I followed it up by punching him hard with my free hand. I didn’t get as much power into it as I wanted ... mostly because it’s hard to really put your weight. I adjusted again, and cocked and loosed the bolt. It was high and to the left still.Then I walked down range to make a better assessment of the result and to recover my three test bolts. I spent two hours firing and then recovering the three bolts. They were shooting true, but I wasn’t sure about it how precise they ran. I needed a vise to bench test the bolts to be absolutely sure. I was sure of one thing, the orange plastic bolts were easier to find.I went back to the Circus tent. I could.