It wasn't really anyone's fault, unlessyou wanted to question the father's judgment, but no one did. It wasjust one of those unfortunate set of circu...stances.Mark's neighbor, Terry, a precocious boy of seven got a bow and arrow setfor his birthday. His father, an avid bow hunter himself, in the middleof setting up the straw target and large backdrop, was called into workand it didn't get finished. His father kissed his disappointed son onthe way out the door promising they would target shoot. Not that it was his fault it was the times they lived in, the war had taken the best years of his life away and his parents had been strict, straight laced people that felt sex was for the creation of life and nothing more, there being little joy in my grand-fathers house believe me.Anyway my mum came from another world, she had parents that were enlightened and enjoyed life, they talked to their c***dren, sex was a matter of enjoying one another and they believed in sharing, I later found out. After going over the information, I spent a little while talking with them about their time in the military and what they were looking forward to with their futures. They were all very nice and extremely chivalrous as well as flirtatious as they chatted with me. Naturally, I was enjoying the attention that they were giving me. I mean, which woman wouldn't want a bunch of soldiers in uniform hitting on them? Especially since I had been a bit uneasy about the way I looked since having my son. I. I looked at her nametag and saw that her name was Honeybun and that she was a Registered Nurse with a graduate degree in health administration. That was impressive and she looked like she was the sort of professional that would not take any shortcut to success no matter how tempting.In Nurse Honeybun’s favor was a difficult to hide pair of boobs that were so impressive that she had to keep her legs spread wide to keep her back straight from the challenge of keeping them in an upright position.