If they pull them to shoot a bad guy, I would personally get behind something," I explained."I'll keep that in mind. How is this woman Joan to work wi...th?" Hanna asked."She never gave me any problem, except I would keep your friend there on a short leash, she is a barracuda," I explained. "She will probably hit on you as well. She likes to have something to use for leverage on all the hired help."I had Hanna stop at the UPS store, so I could pick up the packing supplies to ship the .38 Detective. Martha saw my mother as a good, conscientious, likeable woman. Martha cautioned me that I should not think my Mom didn't love me; but I should accept the fact that Mom might never be the mother I needed. Nor did I have even the memory of a father, mine having died when I was barely two. In my family circle there were few competent male figures; those that remained were simply worn out, resigned to life as dictated by others. My overbearing stepdad typified the opposite extreme of heedless. He brandished it menacingly, but the foam merely wobbled. I tried hard not to giggle."Oh no, Sir, please don't turn me into a zombie as well. Are you quite sure that you can't think of a treat you would like instead?"He thought for a moment."Got any Oreos?" Sorry, them neither." I'd hate to have to hurt a nice kind lady like you just because you forgot the treats. How about a blowjob? That would be a real treat!"I pretended to consider. Without the foam ax in his head, the zombie wasn't at all. To which she replied, “yes”. We moved to next room, which was a cafeteria. Her hubby asked me to enjoy coffee with her, meanwhile he will put the items purchased in to their car. I stared at her, she was very shy, asked me whether I like her, I replied with a big “definitely”. I touched her hand as I am serving the coffee, she was sipping the coffee, so do I. we started to talk normal things. I was tensed as it was my first time. Then I took my mobile phone and shoot few snaps of her,(I even.