She tried to! But she missed! And that's all I know, man! I just ran away." You didn't call the police, after she fired two shots at you?" asked Bobby...gently, as if talking to a wayward child."N- no. I just wanted to get away from her."Bobby reached behind his back, and produced Julie's revolver. "Did her pistol look anything like this?" he asked conversationally.'Oh, fuck!' thought Van."I don't know! I didn't get a look at it when she was shooting me!" he said desperately."Oh it's hers all. All the touching of myself earlier and mental stimulation of touching her was combining with her touching me now, and it was building even higher and higher. I could feel myself getting closer and closer quickly. My hands moved up and down my thighs and I continued to enjoy the sensation of feeling that tight soft skin on my fingers and palms. My body tensed as she increased the pressure against my clit just a little more and she began to use two fingers on my clit. Rubbing in bigger circles I. That, after all, was my plan all along: tenderise her bottom with light hits that don't count in her eyes, so that the real hits later will have much more of an ... impact.Anna must have realised the same thing, because suddenly, without any increase in strength on my part, she says 'One'. I stop tapping immediately, because from now on I have to make it count. Or rather, I have to make her count. So now I swing my arm much further back than before, and with a loud smack let the wooden rod fly. " Could Tom be there?" Jenny asked, and the woman looked at my Dad.Dad grinned. "I'm David Ferguson, this is my wife Ellen, my daughter Joanna and my son Tom." He gestured to each of us as he named us. The woman's eyes rested on me for a moment, and then she shrugged. Mom motioned to JR, and the three of them left."This is just a request for information, Miss Reese," the social worker began."My parents told me I was no longer part of their family," Jennifer said immediately. "I've stopped using.