I fired each pistol three times, once at each target then scanned to see if any of them were still a threat. Three of the goons were head shots the fo...urth was hit in the throat {I pulled that one down as I recovered from the recoil of the first shot} the Arab was a chest shot due to the female in the silver bikini having her legs around his head. The male standing by Brandi was hit in the head. The silver clad female started to attack but was taken out by a chop across the throat from Jen. I. Now get the hell out of my sight.”With that, he scurried off like the devil was after him.When I stood up, I heard Maggie giggling, “Holy shit, Bill! Have you been working out? That guy must weigh over 220 pounds and you lifted him like he was a feather.”I sighed, “He really pissed me off, Mags. I WAS supposed to be on vacation, you know?”She patted my hand, “Oh, I didn’t say he didn’t deserve it, after all, he grabbed you first. I’ll bet he never tries THAT again.”I grinned at her, “It’ll suck. Many a time I would seduce a sorority sister into my Presidential Palace (the two sorority rooms I had combined to make up my living and fucking quarters), only to get her face between my legs and then reveal I had her boyfriend bound and gagged hidden in the corner of the room. It's hilarious seeing how ashamed a girl can be when she's outed as a submissive pussy-licker in front of her stud boyfriend. From there on out, I would usually have their boyfriends treat them like sluts and make them. Covered in hair. I love chest hair. I had to figure out a way to meet him. I just wasn’t sure how, short of setting my house on fire. So I decided to do some recon of the situation. I watched for a while to see exactly when he would be outside running or goofing off with the guys. I started leaving my blinds open and walking around the house in lace teddies so he could see right in as I walked by. And spending as much time as I could out on the back patio dressed in as little as possible. One.