I hit both of them right on the breast bone, exactly where I'd been aiming, and those hollow points really put a kink in their day, their last day at ...hat.When they fell off, the two horses just kinda slowed to a stop, and after they realized they weren't going to be remounted they dropped their heads and started cropping grass. The packhorse was doing the same, back where the wild assed Indians had dropped his lead.Of course my behavior would have been frowned upon back in my hometown, but. As was punishment. There wasn't much of that nowadays, but it's not like Lucifer was rotten to his core. He just liked to participate in some carnal delights from time to time, and maybe tried to kill God once or twice. No biggie. The old man had forgiven him at least, in keeping with his M.O.It's not like Lucifer tolerated true violence, the people with the blackest hearts. HELL NO, even now he sometimes liked to walk through the cells below to tweak the punishments of all the pedophiles and. As I made me way towards the exit, I felt a slight tug on my shirt and turned to see the little lady from the table trying to follow me despite her high heels to which she was obviously unaccustomed. I stopped her, and by lifting her legs one at a time, I removed the shoes from her tiny feet, before taking her hand and guiding her into the far more serene restaurant. Sitting at a table that overlooked the water, we ordered from the seafood menu, and I watched her wolf down the food so quickly. His head was down, but he was looking out the corner of his eyes at me. I again tried to reposition the hose, and this time when my nipples poked out, I acted like I hadn’t noticed. As I stood up, I could see him fidgeting a little, as if his pants had suddenly become uncomfortable. Now, I thought I would give him some more. I turned my back to him, and bent at the waist to set the sprinkler in its place, and when I did, my little shorts did just what they were supposed to. They rode right up.