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eyes of the law.  But it certainly seemed tainted and immoral.
    That’s when I’d decided I would win Marcus’ heart away from the lecherous Tom Sherwood, if it was the last thing I ever did.
    But so far all I’d accomplished was wacking off to their ill timed rutting.  But it was a good show.
    I crumpled to my bedroom floor, sweating, spent, and dripping cum from my right hand.  I reached up and pulled the digital video camera from the ledge of my window sill and pointed it down at my face.  That’s the fifth time I’ve watched those two fucking…and it just isn’t getting old…”
    Of course, it wasn’t making me feel any better about myself either.
    I hit the stop button and the display screen went black.
    End of No Safe Words Part 2

No Safe Words Here Part 3
     
    Chapter Twelve
    Lila
     
     
    It turned out that Jake Thurogood knew more than a little about guns.  In fact, he owned ten different guns.  Everything from hand guns to riffles to a twelve gage shotgun.  I told him that my husband had a Smith and Wesson .45 locked in a safe in our bedroom.  After he sang the gun maker’s praises, and then told me the downsides to operating such a weapon, I decided his knowledge of firearms was more than sufficient for my needs.
    “I’d like you to work on the roof tomorrow,” I said, popping the last bite of chicken salad sandwich into my mouth.  “What I’d really appreciate would be if you would teach me how to shoot a gun today.”
    Jake choked on what was left of his sandwich, and tried to wash the offending hunk of bread and chicken down with the rest of his lemonade.  
    “Ma’am…I mean, Lila.  You aren’t serious, are you?”
    I looked down at my hands as they trembled ever so slightly, and asked myself the same question: was I serious?
    The memory of my husband nakedly groping the ass of our neighbor’s nineteen year-old son made my resolve galvanize in an instant.
    “You bet your ass I am!” I snapped, and then immediately apologized.  “I’m sorry.  It’s that I really need to learn…to learn to defend myself.”  There, that didn’t hurt much.  Lying wasn’t all that hard at all.  “And I’ll pay you an extra three hundred dollars for you time and effort.”
    Jake’s eyes shot open and I realized that three hundred dollars was a veritable fortune to him—especially if you stacked it on top of the two hundred he’d get tomorrow for fixing the roof.  But there was a questioning lingering in his eyes.
    “You’re not looking to hurt anyone, are you Lila?”
    Okay, here it was.  This was a biggy.  A bold faced lie about a cardinal sin, the breaking of a freaking commandment!  But was I up for it?
    “Of course not,” I chortled, waving his question off with a relaxed gesture of my hand.  “It’s just that there’s been some break-in’s in the neighborhood as of late…and since Tom already has the gun upstairs for our protection, it only  makes sense for me to learn how to use it.”
    Jake looked off to the side and nodded his head in agreement.
    “And I’d rather learn from someone I know and trust than some stranger.”
    “But you hardly know me,” he said.
    I shook my head.  “I’ve found out more about you in the last couple hours than I know about some of the women on this block after more than a decade of being neighbors.”  I looked him straight in the eye and appealed to his sense of pride.  “And do you really think I’d find a better instructor in the phone book or in some fly-by-night shooting range employee?”
    He rolled his eyes knowingly and gave me a grudging smile.  “No, Lila Sherwood.  I don’t believe you’d find anyone that would be able to teach you gun handling and maintenance with a fraction of the knowledge base I have to offer.” 
    I smiled victoriously.
    That’s when he frowned.  “But I’m only doing this because I know you’ll just go out and do it anyways, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you learn from