Gaskill in a high voice. “We have an escort!“The four of us just stared at her.“Well,” she said, her voice normal again. “Aren’t you going...to make introductions, Bob?”“Wait,” said Jerry. “You mean she knows you too?” He stared at me as if I’d grown a third eye.“Mr. Jenkins is one of my most promising students,” said Mrs. Gaskill.“Man,” sighed Don. “I have to take art next year.”“Introductions?” prodded Maureen Gaskill.I stammered out names. She fixed her eyes on Phil.“Phil...” she said, her. I checked each and nodded before I dumped my old ones on the ground and put the new ones in my quiver. I relaxed and looked at the target before I pulled an arrow.I fired all the arrows, one after another until the quiver was empty. The sergeant was looking at me strangely when I finished and I grinned, “can I do it again?”He grinned back and then chuckled, “later lad.”All twelve arrows were in the very center of the target in a tight group touching each other. I picked up my old arrows and. Sometimes alone she acted it out.Of course, those daydreams didn't last. She got more self-conscious and she stopped thinking about it, out of fear that she would be caught some day and have to explain. When she was very young her father had caught her under the bed with the neighbor boy, exploring each other's genitals. After that, he instituted the rule that she had to leave her bedroom door open; a rule that she broke often but only when he could not hear it close quietly behind her. She was. Jessie gave me a pleading look in her eyes; stay with my girlfriend… yeah, yeah, yeah… “I’m sorry baby cakes. I had a call. I thought it was a job. I promise I’ll make it up to you next time.” I said. She seemed to be okay with this and forgave me. “Sorry we took so long, bro. It takes me a minute to cum.” Mike said as he laughed his dopey little laugh, and Jessie hit him in the ribs as hard as she could. “Don’t say that to him! That’s my little brother, asshole! I’m so sorry, Mattie…” she said.