"Aw my poor baby," she said as her fingers slowly teased and dancedacross my bare thigh, bare due to my wearing the tennis shorts she hadtold me she w...ould prefer me to wear when inviting me to visit her homeearlier in the week. She laughed seductively as I twitched from hertouch and took her hands and folded them both in her lap as she crossedher legs and in doing so covered part of my left side with her crossedleft leg. I focused on trying to take deep, even breaths and tried asmuch as I. The four stations were organized as follows; station 1 was for the breakdown and re-assembly of both a handgun and a military-style long-gun easily recognized as relics from the "Great War" but still reliable and effective for the job of killing, station 2 was the pistol familiarization range with the standard paper targets and the nicely constructed sandbag buffers to keep the slugs retrievable for reloading, station 3 was the long-range for the rifles. The targets were solidly constructed and. "It's so nice to see you again," she shouted again.Frank nodded, "Likewise. How did you know when I would be returning?" He took a step back to gaze at her from head to toe. Grace was more beautiful than he remembered. She was at the height of her loveliness. Her lips were full and red. She needed no eye or brow makeup. Being so ravenly black, it all came natural to her. He took her hand to examine her red polished nails. Perfect! Her long fingers were the reason that made her such an. He was a big man wearing an orange turban which nearly pressed against the ceiling of the car. Despite his obvious youth, he already had a long black beard. With a deep voice and a pronounced Indian accent, he asked where they wanted to go. Giving his address, the man looked at his new companion, but she just shook her head, waved a tiny hand, and leaned back into the seat.As they started off, the only sounds were the squeak of the windshield wipers, the rumble of traffic, and Indian pop music.