Her bare feet moved quickly as she skipped across the cold wooden flooring. Approaching the entrance to the cellar, she noted the slight crack of ligh... emanating from under the door. As she crept down the stairs her ears picked up the sound of fingers furiously striking keys. Making her way down the steps into the cellar, the puddles of light from the two lamps in the subterranean living space cast a strange, almost eerie glow around the objects occupying the space. In the far corner was the. . I had never seen this man before, but he knew me because when my Mom head arose he said ‘There go yo lil boy’. Before she could see me I ran. I never told anyone because I was embarrassed and hurt, but I could never get the image of this guy handling my Moms head they way he did. Surprisingly, I wasn’t angry, but aroused. I had been masturbating for over a year but I was still a virgin. My Grandma gave me 6 dollars everyday before school for breakfast and lunch. Moms friends were all d**g. We broke up after a couple of hours. I heard the sharp cracks of gunfire from the firing range, so went down to see what was going on. Deke, Cindy, and Elsa were dressed in some body protection from their exercises. They were running across part of the range, falling and rolling into some kind of crude firing position, and then squeezing off three shots at the target. I heard Deke praising them.I sat on a stair tread and watched, curious about what they’d do next. Each person wore a shoulder. I had carried passengers before, but not often, and she lived on a steep hill, so it was a little harrowing getting underway. We stopped at her bank so she could get some pocket money and got on the highway. There is a state route nearby, that had once been an indian trail, and now is lined with souvineer shops and aluminum tee-pees along with some of the most breathtaking scenery and beautiful vistas. The only problem is the scenery starts a good hours drive from Susan's place.Did I mention my.