She smiled drunkenly, “Haha!” she sputtered, “Not so clever,” she waggled a finger at me, I dragged her up, she put her arms round my neck, the stench of alcohol was overpowering, I carried her back to the bedroom,
“It’s time you got ready,” I said as I figured she wasn’t used to drink and I grabbed some shorts and a tee shirt from my case. I looked to see where the shell came from, there was nothing then about a mile away I saw this bright yellow thing moving, I had some field glasses about fifty magnification and there she was, Miss Smith, waving, with this sniper rifle in her hand, hell I was a sitting duck, she out – ranged me by about a mile and a half, but she was headed my way. Xxx vedio “Me when ever you want!” she suggested, “And you know I could have hit you just as easily as the tyre.”
“Then we have a deal Miss Smith!” I agreed. I had this little Chinese pistol, point two two calibre, automatic with an eight shell internal magazine, and a silencer, well it sure silenced her. It was bright sunlight on the chalet, the canyon was in deep shadow behind us but the ocean was bright all the little sandy coves and rock stacks were laid out from where we were, the view was breathtaking, I guess I stopped
