“This is one of our more popular items amongst buyers; standard 9mm pistol but the ammunition is made up of these.” Pulling out one of the bullets...in the chamber, he let the thing get passed around, amused that one of the guards pocketed the circuitry etched bullet in his pocket, with no intention of returning it. “Memory bullets; you pick a target…” Aiming the pistol at one of the dummies, the man fired, boring a hole in the dummy’s head. “And the entire clip only hits THAT target no matter. She insisted on having me sit on the edge of the bed while she sucked me off. It was incredible.But later I wondered. Was this her real goal? She had fixed us breakfast and I had eaten and then gone. I thought about it a lot, needless to say. Looking back on it, it seemed like I didn't want to be involved with her. Just too weird--I didn't know what would happen next. We hadn't agreed on any particular evening to meet again--when she called, I'd be busy.But she called that afternoon with. This was exactly what I was doing one Saturday when all of a sudden I got a blow to the side of my head and my Cousin Lin calling me a fucking dirty little wanker and pervert. Teasing me about being a panty sniffer.I was so embarrassed I pulled her panties of my face and tried to run out of the door but she would not let me. As I tried to get out I slipped over and ended up on the floor she immediately jumped on top of me and started to slap me around my head screaming abuse at me, her knees. Why would anyone want to fake the routing on this?"Sgt. Daniels didn't know how much he wanted to tell them, but they seemed to be cooperative, so he decided to go with the flow. "When we were at Mitsutronics earlier, they told us Ms. Jones had not been in the building yesterday evening. They were very adamant about it and offered to show us the entry logs, and even show us the videos from the security cameras. Either someone faked the routing on your e-mail, or Mitsutronics is trying to cover.