Once inside he proceeded to take down his shorts and play with his “willie”, I was fascinated, apart from the one time in the headmasters office I...had only ever seen one other boy, my brother!The summer came and went, “dirty games” in the tree house became a daily occurrence, though all we did was fumble each other, and politely kiss each others willie and bottom. Once his sister came along and wanted to play, but the sight, and smell, of the hairy fat thing between her legs put me right off.. Inside were the initials "J" and "S".I wrapped my arms around and squeezed her tightly. "I really love you, Jenny."Wanting so much to kiss her right then, I felt silly thinking someone might see us. With visibility down to about arms length, it was hardly what you would call kissing in public. We both looked around nervously as if synchronized by the same desire. Then we slowly moved closer to each other. It seemed as though we were kissing for the first time. Kissing in our special spot on the. "You eating?" mom asked bluntly. "No," Lori replied in an emotionless tone. She glanced at me for a second. She threw me a sharp look.. not quite angry, but cold enough to make me uncomfortable. Her body turned and she walked down the hall to the bathroom. Two seconds later the water was running. "Damn girl," my mom blurted. My mom's relationship with Lori had been poor since my dad died. They never spoke, and when they did it was an argument. Mom could be very accusatory to her.. almost mean. Concerning the email death-threats, he described the incredulity he felt when initially reading them. His first reaction was to assume that they couldn’t be real. He began to fear for his life, when it became obvious that one man was very serious about killing him. He described how he had fled town, after having evidence that his assailant was stalking him. He didn’t say where he had gone, despite the fact that news reports had placed him in Nevada.He made minor mention of the shooting outside.