This woman can do miracles on the bass. Standup, fretless, four-string, five-string, six- string. You name it and she can rip it. Jazz, blues, funk, R...&B, metal, rock and roll. The whole taco.”I smiled. We were getting the band back together!Erin came back from the kitchen and rolled her eyes.“Marcus is going to call me back when the police are done. The guys came in during our dead time so there were no witnesses and they had guns. He gave them the cash drawer and they ran out. I have him. This gave me time to raise my shotgun and fire at the nearest rider. I had to hurry my shot, so I hit his horse instead of the rider. That ball from my buck and ball shot plowed into the chest of the horse and killed him on the spot. The horse went down and rolled before the rider could jump clear. The result was one badly broken rider.The other three riders had to turn away to avoid the fallen horse, and that gave me the opportunity to shoot at them in profile. Again, I felt that I was too. You lick gently at the tip, catching the last drops of Master’s juice, not wanting any of it to go to waste. You lovingly kiss the head, grateful for the pleasure it’s given you. Master looks down, still breathing hard. “Get straightened up,” he says quietly, “they’ll be wondering what happened to us.” You check yourself in the mirror. While your hair is pretty much intact, your makeup is a mess. You quickly wash your face and dab on some lipstick. Not much, but it’ll do. . From what I had read of my file, my parents were middle class and this was a noticeable and long step beyond that. I decided not to worry. I liked Lisa and her parents.I pulled up where Lisa directed me. I stopped and killed the motor. I got out and went around to open the door for her. I handed her out and again had the pleasure of seeing that delightful expanse of leg. She looked up just in time to catch me looking. "I hope I look okay. You're staring." I'm staring because you are beautiful..