When we got inside we saw that each room in the house had locks on so there were 8 or 9 lads living in this house, im unsure of how it happened but m...y friend went into a room with the lad she'd liked and the one who brough me home ended up fighting with his house mates two guys grabbed me and told me to go upstairs the lad id been with was shouting for them to leave me be, i had no clue what was happening but went upstairs thinking id figure it out, two guys took me in a room and locked the. If he wanted my help, he had to do what I wanted. That got through to him, I guess, because he started paying attention to what I said from then on.I started him out getting used to his gun by using two hands to hold the gun and aim. After a week of practice, he could hit the bull's eye every time at 40 feet with that stance and plenty of time to aim. Once he had that nailed, we went to one-hand shooting, but still aiming. Since he was pretty good with two hands, he learned that in another. The wife swore her love for him, but after having her followed by a PI for two weeks he had enough evidence. She'd had an ongoing affair for two years! The divorce became messy because they fought over custody of their two kids. So I have to keep some distance from home too.That thought put me on hold for two more weeks but the fire in my cunt (Yes, it's not a pussy anymore. It's a plain whorish cunt!) And the excitement of cheating got the better of me and one evening I went to the Airport. They take care of them for me.”Tammy told me, “We heard about you getting their money for them, from that creepy old shyster lawyer, Honas Wainwright - after all these years. You’re a hero in every way a woman could ever imagine a hero.”“I’m no hero - by a long shot. I have always tried to help people - and now that I have the means, and the guts to stand up for the little-guy, I lend a hand where I can.”Tammy asked, “Do you ever ride your horses?“I haven’t ridden the horses on the Montague.