She: Liar.She hit me on my shoulders. She tried to hit me again and I held her hand firmly. And I looked into her eyes. Her eyes were dazzling. I was ...lost in it. Then all of a sudden a car zoomed past us. I came back to my senses.Me: It’s late. We should probably go.She: Why are you in such a hurry?Me: It is midnight. And I am with such a hot girl. And…She: And? (With a naughty smile)Me: I can’t keep my hands off someone as hot as you.Suddenly her expressions changed. She made a straight face.. The base of the jack sank perhaps eight inches until it hit firmer ground. She was standing beside him holding the umbrella over him. ‘Don’t, you’ll get wet.’ ‘I feel awful you getting wet on my behalf.’ ‘I really would prefer you not getting wet. I’m already soaked.’ ‘I couldn’t find planks, only blocks of firewood and tools and the lawnmower and an old car cover.’ ‘Car cover. What is it made of?’ ‘Stuff.’ Rick breathed through his nose heavily until that flashpoint dissipated. She looked. She had obviously quickly gathered from the text what it depicted - a young man fucking his mother. Was she too shocked? She looked over her shoulder to satisfy herself that she was alone. Just as I thought all was lost, Mom picked the mag back up and started to read.I quickly retreated upstairs to Peter's room and knocked quietly on the door. Peter answered the door and I immediately told him that Mom had taken the bait and was reading the mag as we spoke."Excellent", he said and led us both. The first of a mass of ants had reached the grenade as it went off, and over 10 ants were killed or badly injured.It was nice to cut the number of the ants by that number, but the explosion had no other affect on the ants. They completely ignored the dead ants and the hole in the ground. Mary resolved not to waste any more hand grenades on the ants if that was all that was going to happen. She didn't have the hand grenades to spare. On a cost per dead ant basis, the machine gun was by far the.