In France, it wasn't illegal to own a gun, but it took a lot of paperwork and checks before you could even buy a pistol legally. Shotguns were the mai...n weapon of choice by all the farmers there. Here, anyone who lived in the country or the rural areas owned both pistols and rifles. My grandfather had told me a lot of them slept with them under their pillows from habit. Now me, I would keep one close, but not under my pillow. The way I tossed and turned and with the nightmares I still had, I. Shit, the world didn’t need more of them. There were too many already. So I squeezed the trigger and the life went out of those brown, innocent eyes.Later I went to where Johnny was waiting. The kid was practically jumping up and down in joy at my arrival. I motioned for him to quit it but secretly I was happy to see him, too. Since our parents died, we had been looking out for each other. Even though I was the big brother, Johnny was more intelligent. He soaked up knowledge and it was his. ..tell him I'mgoing to see him... I want to know what the hell I'm paying him for."Within a few minutes Carvahlo's limousine had delivered him to the lab of Dr.Alan Sorkin, research scientist. Several months earlier, Sorkin had convincedCarvahlo to put him under a research contract, with the promise that he wouldwork to develop products to benefit the department stores.Carvahlo came marching in. "Sorkin!" he yelled. "What the hell have I beenspending all my money on? I want to see some results,. Yet I never made the effort to find out. The bottom that flounced and flurried before me was quite sufficient.Up a hill we went...Down a gentle slope...Then we stopped at a trough. At which ‘Maxie’ drank happily, it seemed.We were now in one of the remoter areas. I listened for the sound of other drivers, or for snorting Ponies.Nothing...The lust surged through me. This was the moment.I took Maid Maximum by the bridle and led her off the Ride.Into the woods.It was dark and green.Cool and.