“I don’t mind your swearing,” he said. “In fact, I find it kind of sexy.” I felt my cheeks burn as I blushed. “I didn’t want you to thin...k I’m trashy.” “Never.” I walked over to the wall, then remembered my cell phone. I dug into my purse, pulled it out, and threw it back in. “No fucking signal.” I had forgotten the company had made the elevators cellphone proof to cut back on people talking and bothering the riders. “Looks like we’re trapped.” “It does indeed.” Samuel moved toward me. “Maybe we. I know that sounds a bit high brow but I just can’t bring my self to just call it a house. As I stepped on the first step I was tackled and went to the ground I realized I had been shot at.Amber had tackled me she had spotted a flash that she identified as a reflection on a rifle scope and she had reacted. I looked at the left column the bullet hole was plain to see Head high. I glanced out in the field only to see four horses with women waving 30-30 rifles. It was to late the shooter was. I crept back towards our flag, freaking out at every little sound.Then my phone rang. FUCK! It was unbelievably loud. I felt a paintball hit my ass, followed by a chuckle. Fritz had his phone out. The bastard had called my number to find out where I was.“That was totally cheating,” I complained.It was all in good fun.We spent the rest of the afternoon running around the woods, shooting each other. I think the most fun was when we did a free-for-all where everyone was against ... well, everyone.. So we made a plan for coming Saturday. Weboth have cars and we met at Patel Nagar metro station where she insisted topark both the vehicles and travel by metro instead which I didnt like as Iwanted to spend alone time with her and not in public but finally I affirmedand we boarded a train.The train was asusual overcrowded and we occupied a place to stand at thecorner of the door which does not open during this way journey (RHS door in thedirection of train as LHS doors usually opens at.