Frank was helping her with her aim and positioned himself behind her reaching forward with his hands and holding the gun over her hands, apparently to...help her steady her grip. His pelvis was pressed to her denim shorts and his head was near her left ear so he could instruct her when to pull the trigger. Heather cheered every time they killed a bad guy oblivious to Frank's intentions. I decided to break it off and went over there. I stood by them but they didn't seem to care how inappropriate. She had a job at a small dress shop where she had been working after school and on weekends for the last two years. She had also done her fair share of babysitting since she was fourteen. She had been on the cheerleading squad, made out with her best friend at sixteen and dated the quarterback until he cheated on her. Rachel was over her immature boyfriend and ready to enter the next chapter of her life. She was off to school in the fall to enter into pre-med on her way to becoming a doctor. In. It took three hours to find what I needed, and I could feel hunger begin to gnaw at me.“I used it to focus my mind on my task and I had about five arrows ready by the time I could no longer ignore my hunger. It took me another hour to track down suitable prey and three arrows before I downed the rabbit that I had picked. I quickly built a fire and worked to skin and field dress the rabbit. Once that was done, I ran a stick up its ass and put it over the fire, while I searched for berries to. Ferguson's bulging biceps peep through his orange shirt and his massive cock in his khakis. Every girl in my grade wanted him. He looked so gorgeous today. I could just feel me getting aroused looking at him in front of the class. I felt like an idiot having a crush on my teacher, and dreaming every night, thinking that my teacher could actually like me. I would get glances and stares from across the room from him. Except today was different—no glances and no stares from him at all. I thought.