. Thankfully, the patrons ignored me. I tried to ignore the terrible music, smoke, and year-old alcohol stench.Seeing my quarry, the perp or whatever ...the hell they call bad guys these days, sitting at a booth with four friends playing dice, I walked over to them.He bolted.That actually made my life easier.Two of his friends had very sore shins on the way out as they tried tripping me.Hector easily cleared a fence with one hand supporting him on the crossbar. I mimicked him, taking care that. She even begged him to take her asshole; but Jerome said that he was in the mood just for fuck her nice sweet cunt…As they were resting to continue a bit later; Jerome asked Ana about her sex fantasies. Then she told him that she was dreaming about being used and abused by a gang of filthy niggers…Jerome laughed loud saying he could arrange to fulfill her fantasy.One of his mates was going to be married soon. Jerome and other friends wanted to throw him a bachelor party next week…The point was. " Okay, so let me thing backwards, What is a good size back yard cooking still?" I asked."If it was me and I wanted to do a one man operation which is probably what your reader is going to want to do. I would go with a twenty five gallon pot and cook twenty gallons at a time. Then if your reader wanted to cook less he could. If he wanted more he could reuse his mash and cook another run. If he made two batches he would want to mix them before he bottled one run would be higher in alcohol then. There was a dip in the land at one end of the tillable property, and she set up a target range in that. She started me off at a hundred yards, which I thought was ridiculous. I couldn't even throw a rock that far. How was I supposed to shoot something that seemed like it was a mile away? Then I looked through the scope and it looked ridiculously easy until I pulled the trigger the first time. I wasn't ready for either the noise or the kick.She made me put on the headphones I'd forgotten to wear.