The old 20th Century forensics would not have been able to positively match bullets from those 8mm folding machine guns to specific guns because of th...e polygonal rifling and the lack of ejected cartridge cases. Getting smacked by a spent bullet still hurt--and it had to be removed or infection would eventually kill.The man Diego talked to didn't have a name, didn't speak Spanish, and had Diego been skilled at placing accents would have place the speaker's home in Quebec, Canada. Not that. . notice," I admitted, following herinside, "...then kick the shit out of me." Nah, was never going to happen. You look pretty good... and I'd havesorted them right out if they said otherwise." She looked me up and down.We stood in the hallway of Beth's apartment as she flicked her heels offinto the distance of the silent living room. Even barefooted she toweredover me: she must have been at least 6 foot, slim and slender, and wouldhave made a perfect model if it wasn't for all the tattoos and. When he stopped to think about it, it really made no sense that he hadthis job to begin with. He couldn't have been the only person to apply.How many qualified candidates had she passed on for him? He barely evenhad to interview.His neurosis was in overdrive now. He mentally berated himself forbeing such an idiot, for falling for Bianca's elaborate scheme. He'dbet she never even intended to keep him on. What if she had brought himhere just so she could fire in the most publically humiliating. .. sucking my cock.Just as I was about to give in to my urges and slide my hand into my pants, the attic door opened. There was Meg, silhouetted in the doorway. "I got bored, so I thought I'd come up and help," she said as she stepped into the room, stood right in front of me.Without a word, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my fly and fished out my boner. She kissed the helmet, then let it slide into her mouth. I groaned. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust as she slurped her way.