He led me to the targets and took out an old twentieth century weapon. ‘Ever fired a percussion pistol?’ He asked conversationally. I shook my hea.... ‘More accurate than a blaster, but with a hell of a kick.’ He raised the weapon and let off several rounds into the target, tearing big holes in it. ‘You try.’ He said handing me the gun. I felt the weight in my hand, gauging it. I lifted it and pulled the trigger. And missed the target completely. He had been right about the kick. What he hadn’t. I came to my flat, and was removing my shoes and I heard door-knock. I opened the door and found her standing there disturbed and sweat on her forehead.I enquired if everything okay, she said she have lost the key of her flat and her husband had gone to delhi, so she asked me to help her open the lock. I asked her not to worry and to come inside, and I’ll do something to help her out. She came to my drawing room and sat on the couch, I gave her water to drink and called a key maker, he came in. My folks had started a Friday night routine where they would go out for dinner and then catch a movie afterwards. They were always out of the house from 6pm until 11pm at the earliest. When I could rely on their being gone for that long every Friday night and having the house to myself for the evening, I would make up some little white lies to tell them about my plans and then go rent a movie from Classixxx, a chain of adult video stores in my city. One such evening after the 'rents had taken. Sharon, who has a killer body, was also prancing around in her yellow bikini and a lot of the guys Megan invited eyed her as well, and it was easy to see she enjoyed their interest.Since Megan was now eighteen, the legal age to drink beer in our state, we didn't object to her having a few for her birthday. As it turned out, both she and Sharon had a little more than they could handle, and both were pretty blitzed by the end of the day.Sharon was in a pretty frisky mood, having all those young.