She has light brown hair and has a classic 1950s look i call it. Hair curled and barely shoulder length. ... We became fairly good friends and sometimes i would buy her lunch out of friendship and she seemed thankfull for someone male taking interest in her.We had been friends about 3 or 4 months when 1 day i was in the coffee shop a little early and looking at porn on my laptop when she came in early too about a half. " I told her.Izzy snorted and then laughed. She happened to be stepping off the porch when I told her and it was again Kip to the rescue as he grabbed her arm to keep her from falling."Are you okay?" asked Mr. Graham."I just had a funny thought," Izzy told him. "What if Michael adopted her?"Mr. Graham didn't think this quite as funny as Izzy had. He was well versed on the extent of my grandfather's company, and the idea that his niece might become intimately involved had already tickled his. But the typical, was always arrive with no panties on. That alone, the authority of being told what to do was excitement all in its own. Preying on the ones with authority, or at least authority when I was alone with him. I don’t know what he was like in his daily life, I could only assume that he maybe more of a middle man in a working class field, depended on for some things, but mostly reporting to someone else. This was just as much of a release for him, than it was for me. I found the. I took it as a sign from a higher source and went on the offensive."Well I don't think you killed it. In fact, I don't think you ever killed one and I think you are the ones to go." I replied. I cocked the Henry and slipped a Blackhawk in my left hand. They could see the Henry but not the Ruger. I strode forward. They made ready to cast their spears. I brought the Blackhawk to bear and the man on the right fell. The one of the left followed as the Henry roared to life. The leader threw his.