But that’s when things started to get serious. With my sister’s back turned the cashier ducked under the counter and grabbed a shotgun as he hit t...he panic button under the counter, so much for not killing anyone, dammit, hurry sis you got three minutes before the cops get here, c’mon. That’s when the chollos decided to get involved,“EDDIE!“ the scream came from one of the thugs smoking a cigarette, great, now it’s a turf war...each of the gangsters pulled out their own handgun and unloaded on. Damn! I was supposed to be at Amanda's place introducing her to the joys of toys.I spent the rest of the day mooching around doing nothing in particular. By ten o'clock I was about ready for bed, I had to be up fairly early the next morning if I was going to get to Amanda's place, fuck her and then drive to the station to meet Lena. I was in my bathrobe, I'd had dinner, and a shower, during which I'd stroked my clit to a fine orgasm with a deodorant bottle up my arse, I needed a good night's. His ring finger forced into her belly button and he set his hand down on her tummy.“Much prettier than me,” Jessie mewed.Jack definitely could distinguish the defeat then.“Sweetie, how could you ever think that a cartoon is more beautiful than you? A cartoon is a cartoon. You’re a real person. They don’t even compare. If you turned nine tenths of those characters into real people, they’d look horribly disfigured.”He could see his words weren’t doing too much. He popped his finger from her. They recommended that we fly below the ceiling by a thousand feet and I modified my flight plan and headed down, constantly looking around to make sure I didn't see another aircraft.It can get pretty bumpy under big cumulous clouds. Going for long bumpy rides is not my version of fun. John didn't seem upset at all and just sat back, quizzing me verbally on a navigation item, then a routing issue, followed by a landing question. We were nearing the first airfield we were going to land at. This.