Wilson sat at the table on the porch writing what appeared to be a letter. The back yard was a large rectangle and I was pushing the mower in a spiral...starting at the outside and moving toward the center. Mrs. Wilson was sitting at the table with her legs apart and when I got close to the porch I could see halfway up her thigh. I felt guilty about my voyeuristic impulses but I couldn't keep from stealing a peek every time I was in a position to take a look. Round and round the yard I went. She folded her arms under her breasts and glared at Joseph while trying to look stern, but she couldn't help the slight smile on her face. She was on the inside of his little joke with that particular gun.Jake went back and satisfied himself that the gun was in good working order. It was easy to handle and had very little kick, even with the silencer on it. When he held the trigger down, it would dispense all twenty rounds in about three seconds, and, if he used both hands, it was easy to hold. (It was the swimming and horses part that became my favorites.)The man who had been hired to be the life guard while the campers were swimming had been involved in an auto accident shortly before camp was to start so they were running around looking for a qualified Life Guard when Brian remembered that I had taken and passed the course. I got room and board, Sundays off (That was the day the first group left and the second group arrived.) as well as a small salary.If you can picture, a young,. . good. I continued looking for possible problems.Rats and others of their ilk love to gnaw on rubber ... American rubber had a lot of salt and rats ... rabbits ... chew on it. Of course ... success in gnawing usually results in death. These hoses were ‘armored’, braided stainless covers. Thumper didn’t die a painful death.The fuel tank was bone dry ... and not rusty ... dusty maybe. Could the last user have run it out of gas and just left it? The float bowl on the carburetor should tell the.