Took her to a winery I know that serves great food. We got a spot in the corner on some couch and ate charcuterie, and drank wine all night. We hit it...off like we were old friends. Laughing, smiling, having great in depth conversations alongside inappropriate jokes and a tendency for the conversation to always become sexual. Leaving the bar I asked if she wanted to come over to my place for a night cap. She emphatically agreed.We arrived at my place and I could instantly tell she was impressed. When I got there I found my mom and aunt, both looking somewhat put out with each other, but they each put a smile on their face and gave me a big hug before Mom left for her Bunco game. I tried to engage Aunt Bess in conversation later over a game of Uno, but she was distracted and not terribly responsive. At least I won six and a half bucks off her the way she was playing.The earlier conversation had reawakened my curiosity about Tuesday nights, and I pretended to go to sleep after the ten. "What's wrong?" Mum asked as she noted my despondency."David and Alice are getting married." That's good news isn't it?"I glowered at her. "He gets to be the first to kiss her, the first to fuck her, and now he's taking her from me forever." PAUL!" she scolded. I walked past her up to my room and locked the door.A tentative knock drew me out of my brooding melancholy. I opened the door and let Dad into the room. He put his arms around me."I'm sorry, son. I know how much you think of her." Yes,". I’d hit it, but it was a good inch and a half from the “R” I’d been aiming at. 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.