Women are a lot more vicious than men."Can you shoot a pistol?" I asked her."I can shoot a pistol." If I give you this pistol and ask you to watch him..., will you promise not to shoot him unless he tries to get away?"Eve looked at me, then grinned an evil grin, and winked."Yeah, but if he tries to get away, I'll shoot him in the back. That'd make it a lot easier on us."I handed her the pistol Adam had stolen. I watched as she checked the load. I went over to Lady and petted her gently. She was. We were no different.A couple years into our marriage Trent started bringing these men's magazines into our home. You know the ones, Penthouse, Gallery and others. At first I was upset about these magazines. I felt he liked looking at other women over me. But Trent assured me that the stories were what titillated him most, he looked at the girls in these magazines but pictures of naked girls weren't nearly as erotic as the stories.Trent said he couldn't believe all the things that guys got. Most of them nodded. Dinah said to her school friend, "It is a good idea not to get pregnant before sixteen, Peggy. It gets in the way of your education, and is pretty restricting for your social life with your friends as well."Peggy looked at Dinah, surprised. "But you did, Dinah!"Dinah admitted, "Not deliberately, Peggy. It happened almost by accident; it was certainly not planned that I should be pregnant at fifteen. I was lucky in that Trevor loved me enough to marry me. The rotter also. In the middle of July, my parents decided to go to Las Vegas for a week as a sort of second honeymoon. I thought I would have the house completely to myself for a week until they told me I would be staying with my sister Kate. Kate is 24, six years older than me and lives alone in an apartment in the city. I knew Kate's apartment had a pool, and she worked during the day, so that sounded like more fun than being bored at home.The day Mom and Dad left for Vegas, they left me at the house for.