" No, that's okay. There were 14 masters, er ... men, in the gang, and they were the only ones with weapons. Most of them used hunting rifles that the... had found or taken from their victims, but two of them used shotguns. From the way they acted, I don't think that any of them were very good shots. It seemed to me that they just blasted away at the other side until one side or the other ran away. If they found one or two victims, they would all shoot a lot of bullets until they finally killed. After a while he stopped crying. He was a bit prone to tears andthis was not the first time I had comforted him, though usually the causewas his asshole of a father. He sat in my arms for a few more moments andthen got up. He looked down at the wet spot on my boxers. "I hope that doesn't stain..." He said and his trademark lopsidedgrin came back. "I'm sure it'll be fine though you could go get me a towel so I canclean it up!" "Sure!" Kevin dashed off to the bathroom across the hall. The accumulation of the emails and the talks about our stranger-to-stranger encounter has electrified my whole body.I see this image of you knocking on my door, pulling me into your arms. We kiss as your fingers caress every inch of me. We soon become a frenzy of discarded clothing and end up on the bed.Later that day I see you online. We chat and I type," Are we still meeting Sunday?"You than type, "I do not know, according to your email you need a down to earth fucking now, how's about me. I lay down on the wooden floor and just remained quiet, and then started crying again, picturing all of my very unhappy friends with the ruined families. I guess I dozed off after a while. I woke up with a start when I heard Tammy crying out my name while sobbing, and Dad also calling me with clear desperation in his voice.I just wanted to stay alone. I did not reply. I could not look in their faces even had I wanted to, and I didn't want to.Hours went by. I missed breakfast, and then lunch. I.