He could clearly see the crotch of her panties. In spite of his conscience, he felt a stirring in his pants. When he looked up, his face flushed as he... saw Katie looking directly at him. She had a little smile on her face.Jim watched in total amazement as Katie deliberately spread her thighs wider. Jim's face turned three shades of red as his eyes opened wide. He looked from Katie's exposed panties to her smiling face. His heart began to pound in his chest.Fortunately at that moment, Jenny came. "Shit-kicker," he sprayed in my direction as I turned away. I heard him pick up the weapon, pivoted back and hit him in the face, bringing a spray of blood from his mouth and nose. I grabbed the top of the pistol, holding the flint back and smashed his gun hand down to the table top, likely breaking a knuckle or two. Someone jumped on my back, and I shrugged him off and backed up a step, yanking my blade bayonet from my belt."One at a time," I said. "Outside."I turned my back again and walked. After all she was at the top of the class in the grade system and she had always thought the kink in her hair was due more to natural curl rather than genetic predisposition.Her mom’s skin was the same tone as hers. It was sort of darkish brown like a natural suntan and she loved the way she looked when she stepped out of a shower. Her siblings were much darker than either she or her mother and she had always assumed they were from different fathers and she loved them just as much. Sure, she. "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 the other."He was also filling the tape with antidotes as a writer would want for his.