His shots were spread out only a fraction more than Will's."I've gotta have me one o' these!" Frank exclaimed. This thing shoots right nice!"He studie...d it a bit and nodded. "Yep! It won't be a bit harder to make this, than it were to make t'other ones. Might even be a bit easier."Will let Frank hold onto the weapon, so he could take it apart to make the molds, but he asked that Frank be careful with it. It was the only one he had, and the balance was perfect.Will broke out the notes his dad had. The deals of lions aren't too much of a concern to a small thing like you, doing your best to survive in an unforgiving society, so many powerful people seeing you as a fine snack or potential pet. While I'm certain some of you would love to roll over and be taken care of in such ways, this story is designed to be played best when acting realistically. Make your choices in the best interest of your survival, and good things will cum to those who wait~.Life may be hard here, but it isn't without. I was just having a bad day and took it out on everyone. We had gone to our usual nice place and I was even being hard to deal with there. I wasn’t being nice and I wasn’t nice to be around. Jack was apologizing for me and that was even pissing me off! Once we went to the car and were seated in the front seat he began to lecture me a little; a little like a father but a lot like a boyfriend/husband. By the time we pulled out of the parking lot I was aware of 2 things (he’d been very clear about. George found he had some pep in his step while going through his morning ritual for getting ready to go to work. He didn’t know why he was feeling good, but maybe it was because he was going to be messing with someone’s corrupt plans today. The colonel and his pitbull of a sergeant were going to try to throw George and his guards under the bus, -- the bus being driven by the full weight of the upper echelon of the secret services of the U. S. Government. While rinsing off in the shower, he.