Escribí este relato pensando en que les agradaría leerlo, sucedió hace tiempo, y aun la recuerdo con agrado de como sucedió aquella mi primer expe...iencia, con un hombre amigo de mi padre. Víctor siempre fue amigo de mi padre, así que lo conocí en casa desde que tengo uso de razón. De carácter jovial, alegre, simpático, siempre amable conmigo, soltero empedernido, tocaba la guitarra, le gustaba cantar, bien entonado, ocurrente, todo un tipo, en ese tiempo de unos 35 años, de cuerpo se veía bien,. !” the instructor said with a smile. “You are that farang shooter.” We went over to the range set up for 800 yards, and I was given a shooting station. I chose to lie on the ground instead of using the bench there, as that was how I had sighted in the rifle.“Very good,” the instructor said with another smile when he saw my choice of positions. “I will spot for you. Watch the wind flags carefully and do not rush. This is not a race,” he cautioned me.“May I have two fouling shots,” I asked, in. For her to tell me about having a crush on me? But in any case, my natural instinct was just to reassure her."It's all O.K., Bridget. There's nothing you can tell me that would be inappropriate. Don't even think that way."Then she got even more nervous."It's so stupid.," she said. "I'mso stupid. The person can't like me. It's ridiculous."I figured then that the person couldn't possibly be me. But I had to know. I stopped and turned to face her."Bridget, what is going on? Just tell me. You can. I had been so sure of him. So sure. A little too sure perhaps. I could hear the shower going and I saw Peter in my minds eye, lathered, soapy, confused. I glanced over at the clock. Seven-thirty in the morning. Saturday. He was going to do a half-day then the rest of the afternoon was for the kids and us. I thought it might be best if I organized something for all of us to do together. I could plan a great afternoon, and perhaps wear the kids out a little. Peter and I might actually get a nice.