"Have you recovered yet, big brother?" Ask me later," I rolled my chair across the den. "I'm busy." I started digging through the crate. As expected, ...ost of it was junk mail, or bills. I discarded those; bills I could handle online, and junk mail just belonged in the trash. There was only one letter that stood out from the crowd.It was an international business envelope with the insignia for ILYSKN on it. It had come from Germany, and was rather thick. I set it aside to investigate after the. He ran through a few names in his head. Let’s see… Sarah? Nah, too boring. Hope? Nice name, but… she doesn’t really look like a Hope. As he continued trying to think of the perfect name, the microwave signaled that the pizza was ready. As he pulled the food out and separated it onto two plates, he absentmindedly started whistling, as he often did when some tune was stuck in his head. He froze halfway through as he finally realized the perfect name.“Melody.”“Pardon?” Sitting at the. Shaking it in her hand, she popped it open and squeezed some onto her middle finger. Clicking the cap closed, so tossed it back on the nightstand and rolled back over to me. She positioned herself upright, sitting with her legs crossed.“You'll need to open wide.” She said as she coaxed my legs open with her free hand. I was nervous and excited and hard as a rock. As she spread my legs I slid my hand across her thigh and lightly touched her clit with my thumb. That's when I realized how excited. So the sights were trash, too. I put the gun down in disgust.“Do it again,” ordered Bobby.This time I played a game of defeating the substandard trigger, and aiming with “Kentucky windage”. I wanted a hole in that R. As I thought about that later, I think that’s why Bobby did learn what a sniper’s mind looks like. The game I played put me in the right mindset. Snipers do that all the time. They stare through a scope and imagine the shot, thinking about the wind, or glass, or anything else that.