Sometimes Grandpa took us fishing in the river that bordered their property and sometimes he took us out to shoot varmints with a single shot .22. Gra...dpa believed strongly that everyone should know how to use a firearm safely and should be able to hit what they aimed at. When we were on our own we usually went down to the creek to the old swimming hole. The creek ran through a wooded area about a mile from the house. Decades earlier when our parents were young, Grandpa built a dam across the. Unbuckling his belt, she breathes in again. He is large, and thick. She cannot wait, as she pulls down his trousers and underwear, he springs to attention. To get his pants off, he has to sit on the bed, so she pushes him back against the pillows, gently but insistently. He complies easily, but not without another deep kiss. She kneels beside him, licks her lips, and takes him in her soft mouth. How he manages to not explode right there, he doesn’t know. His dream, that he has seen in his mind. I was worrying that she was trying to get rid of me so I was about to turn and walk away. ‘Why don’t you sit down?’ she said motioning towards a group of chairs sitting on the grass under a few shade trees. ‘Sure, thanks,’ I replied silently relieved that she hadn’t shooed me away. ‘You probably know who I am, so what is your name?’ She asked sitting down. ‘I’m Matt.’ I was still having a hard time getting used to the fact that I was talking to Angelina Jolie so I was a bit tongue-tied. We sat. Yet.”“OK,” Nicole said as they walked out into the field next to the house.When they got to the far edge of the field, Annabelle pointed to two large posts that looked like they had once held some sort of billboard sign. Now there were just two posts with two stout cross pieces going between them.“That’s where you’re going to stand to watch everything,” Annabelle said, pointing up at the cross pieces that once held the sign.“But I’ll be visible from up there,” Nicole whined.“But nobody will.