"Yeah, and not the 'don't invite 'er to this party, I don't like 'er' enemies. The 'I wanna pay 'er back' enemies." You think somebody might cause tro...ble? Real trouble?" Barry, some of that bunch – most of 'em, really – are not known for clarity of thought." I can't help but think that Justin isn't going to be doing anything strenuous for a while." He's got some loser buddies. They sort of treat him like a baron or something." I sighed. "I dunno what they might do." Then we go to the range. It was comfortable, relaxing and exciting, all at the same time as we made small talk, neither of us quite knowing how to broach the subject of sex. We talked about school, sports, his mom, his dad, where he might want to go to college, what he might want to study in college, girls at his school, the recent presidential election.We chatted for more than thirty minutes. I finished my second Bloody Mary, made another, and offered Sawyer a drink.“You mean more orange juice?” he asked.“That or. ”“Really?”“Yes, really. As for experience, everyone has a first time. Even me!”She laughed, which I took as a good sign.“But it’s different for a guy!”“How so? I didn’t have a clue. She had to tell me pretty much everything. Having a penis doesn’t magically give you knowledge or information! I knew where it went, but beyond that? I had no idea!”“So it was bad?” she asked.“Oh no! It was fantastic. She knew I was inexperienced. And that was a good thing, too!”“Why?”“Are you sure you want to. To be honest, she, too, found herself making occasional assumptions about the future which didn’t include a kid.“Yeah, but I don’t want to cooperate in any way with pushing kids around. That sucks.” That was Bill. Teens weren’t as important in his world-view as babies were, but he thought they deserved priority over adults.“Well, I’m sure they didn’t mean anything. They just didn’t think.” And that might be Bill’s objection. He felt you should think about kids. Well, in some moral sense, he was.