While we were doing that, Bob and Joan would go to a junk yard to find a suitable piece of sheet steel to stop the 9 mm slugs. We figured that ¼-inch... thickness should do well enough. Anything thicker was welcome, but I didn’t want to take a chance with anything thinner. We didn’t think that a very large piece was required because a person would be well skilled with the .22 before he or she was turned loose with a 9 mm.We were able to find a Glock G19 GEN4 that was an excellent fit for Ann’s. Naturally, the place was well covered with dust except for the paths through it made by somebody walking from room to room. I checked the kitchen and found no food lying about, though I did find some trash in one corner. Further searching of the house did not tell me any more, except that there was no one living here now.I picked up my horse and headed to the barn. There were signs that a horse had been stabled here for a little while, but nothing else that I could use. I wandered around a. Today it looked like I would be as therewas only one other set of cloths hanging up, I walked over to them lookingat the name tag in the jacket and saw it belonged to one of the sixteenyear-old star rugby players Tom. He was short in comparison to me, only 5'7but he had the most amazing body and blond hair. We shared a few classesand I would spend most of them staring at him pretending to look out thewindow. I suddenly noticed that he had left his sport bag open and at thetop where his boxer. "Your eyes follow the shadow to the rocky outcrop as your hand slides down to the hilt of your sword. Adjusting your sails, you slow the vessel down enough to see for yourself what this shadow is. As you approach, you notice a woman holding onto the rocks. She has unnaturally red hair that flows down her back and into the water. Topless, she presses herself against the rocks to hide her nakedness from you."I thought I heard a shudder of breath in the moment of silence between sentences but.