Growing up in a broken home made me who i am. most kids cant honestly say that they've not only survived custody battles that dragged on for 7 years, ...was just finished last summer), but also abuse, rape and cancer. When the divorce first started, we were sent to live with our mom since our dad abused me, and only me. I have a huge heart, which is my down fall. I am optomistic in a world of hate. and i smile when tears stream down my face.I have what you would call ugly duckling syndrome.. I came back into the living room and gave them thier drinks and sat in the chair opposite. As I was chatting to them, an old video I had suddenly came to mind, which didn't help, as it was of two little scout girls that turned up at some old blokes to do any odd jobs and ended up sucking him and his mate off, then both getting fucked and cum over. Coincidently, the girls in the video looked to be about the same age as my two little girl guides, is this some kind of omen, I was thinking,. Hopefully, Henry had done the same thing.Still holding my Colt, I dodged inside the saloon and ran to a table which I turned over to act as a shield. The likelihood of a ball penetrating a table top was to small to worry about. That's why I had run into the saloon, because I was never going to be able to shoot through the table top. I looked over at the other door and saw Henry following my lead by creeping on the floor toward a table. He got there and tipped it over before he was spotted. I'll. *SMACK*His ass was rattled with another firm swat.“Pay attention to your Mistress! On your knees, right now.”He carefully lowered himself onto the carpeting as Miranda grabbed a chair from one of her vanity's and pulled it to the center of the room. She adjusted the seat until it was just in front of Lance's kneeling form.Miranda turned and headed back to her vanity, peeling off articles of clothing as she walked. She retrieved a leather crop from her table and by the time she returned to her.