In fact, she became a very enthusiastic proponent of the crossbow, once she had taken a few practice shots and learned how deadly she could be with it.... The heavy recoil did bother her at first, but they were able to pad the stock butt so that it did not hurt so much. This enabled her to become very accurate with the crossbow up to 150 feet. Beyond that, the rapid drop of the bolt made it very difficult for anybody to be very accurate with it.Martha was convinced with the same arguments used on. . Don't be late.My anger almost boiled over as I slammed the buzzing handset down onto its cradle. The bitch! I fucking knew this was going to happen. Why the fuck did she have to pick our ship? How fucking unlucky could I be?Slowly I started to calm down as my poor heart began to beat normally. Would she really tell everyone her version of my life-story if I didn't do as she had instructed? I knew the answer to that question without a doubt. Of course she fucking would...Just over an hour. "I called my sister who lives a hundred and fifty miles away and asked her if she could cover for me for a week. "Sure I can do that, what's up?" Ben has it all set up so we can spend eleven glorious days in his fucking tent. I'm not going. I don't know what I am going to do, but I'm not going to spend another day in that tent."We talked some more, worked out a plan and then I went to give Ben the bad news. "Honey, I've just had a call from Elise. She fell down some stairs and hurt herself. I'm. I knew no more. ++++++++++++++++++++++ The cold woke me. I found myself laying sideways in my seat, the seatbelt and armrest digging into my hip. The strong smell of fresh cut evergreen was out of place. The breeze I felt equally so. My eyes found it hard to open. The sun, dulled by clouds, was still too bright for the ache above my eyes. I took long blinks to allow my sight to adjust. The vision was surreal. I lay against the window along the side of the cabin. The other side of the plane was.