"Thanks." For what," She looked up with questioning eyes?"For understanding what turns me on so much."She smiled and her fingers played with my chest-...air. "It has a pretty wild effect on me too, you know." Yeah, but you don't know how rare you are. Thanks for being who you are. Thanks also for trusting me."Her eyebrows rose."Explain." Well, many moms would positively blanche over the thought of their boyfriend out and out exposing him self to their daughters." I'm not one of them." I know. I. I don't always get the wine anyway. When the food comes they ask me if I liked that or wanted to order something else. Looks good enough.I can see my mom is looking at me expectantly. I suppose dad told her about Mark, so I say in a matter of fact tone that Mark and I broke up. My mom squeezes my hand over the table and the look we share clearly says that I'm going to go in detail about it later.The delicious ice cream almost makes me forget about being dumped. The looks I get from the cute. It seems they had plenty of snipers and wannabes that wanted to try their hands. It cost me $500 for the experience. The cost was for the ammo; it's not inexpensive. Dialing in was fast and easy. The scope did present some problems that I managed to overcome. When you can see as well as Mari and I can, scopes actually hinder you. Shooting on that range with the M82A was a gas. I wanted one, and considered expending a wish for it. What I ended up wishing for that day was the ability to know. ‘I want a family,’ was the thought in my head. ‘Yes, for my birthday I want a family.’ I took a deep breath and blew. ‘Yoo hoo, hello?’ came a cry from the door. ‘Where’s my birthday girl?’ In wafted Mum in a cloud of perfume, with Dad trailing in her wake like a small tugboat. ‘How are you, darling?’ she enquired. ‘Having a good day?’ ‘Better than it was,’ I admitted, with a shamefaced grin at my initial reaction. ‘Have you got me a pressie?’ ‘Of course, sweetie, how could we forget? Daddy.