“Yeah…Megan…” J.J. replies. “Whaaa…?” Aaron exclaims, wondering at first if it’s the same Megan that his cousin is talking about. J.J....quickly explains, informing his cousin that he’s now Megan’s second official boyfriend; far from being upset, Aaron is pleased and the two studs spend the rest of the ride sketching out a plan to share the hot tempered redhead… Early afternoon. Aaron opens up his dresser drawer and takes out the two boxes of condoms that he has stashed under his folded t-shirts.. I have no reasonto think it’s not true either. Around her sophomore year in HS, she was out oneweekend night with her friend Christine. She was one ofthose girls that most of the guys wanted. Tall, blond,skinny, giggly. You know the type. And of course mywife was the sidekick. They were friends, but it’sobvious which one usually got the guy. On thisparticular night, they were where they usually were-thelocal teen hangout, equipped with pool tables, videogames and a pizza joint.. "Don't have much other than beer - fresh out of Champagne." He mused as she just looked at the three of us for a moment, smiled - then opened her legs and started rubbing herself!We stood there sipping our beers, watching her as she pulled aside her panties to show us her cleanly shaved pussy, rolling her fingers against herself, licking her lower lip.It had been a few months for me, and the bitch was really giving me a hard on! - I just guzzled down my beer and set the bottle down, unsnapping. So, okay, clearly I didn’t have a general power to just wish-something-and-make-it-so. Not even little, two-bit nosebleeds, or quarterback fall-downs.So much for influencing events in general.But I could sure as hell fucking kill people. So I went back to focusing exclusively on that.Did I worry about the morality of offing perfect (okay, imperfect) strangers — willy-nilly?Nope. Not even a little bit. Maybe it was just the impersonal nature of the whole thing, but killing bad people didn’t.