”“Uh, uh, Mom. You were the one who was talking about happy dates earlier.” commented Andrew.Jessica simply rolled her eyes at this. “Well, if...you have to know...”“We have to!” interjected Toby.“ ... Not my first few dates, but after that, pretty much most of them. Certainly, all of them with your father were pretty happy.”“How old were you when you, well, you know...” asked Andrew, stumbling over the words.“Popped my cherry?” she asked in a whisper. Her eyes were twinkling. “Probably younger. He had never even so much as fired a weapon a month before, but had found it both necessary and exciting in the time since. He had never killed so much as a squirrel, but when the conditions lined up in front of him correctly, he opened fire.The first two men were standing, looking across the field that lay before them. There wasn't any cover, and they had bunched up together in preparation of sprinting across to the next wall about twenty yards away."One, two..." one of the men said. They all. While we were showing the boys how to pan gold someone was constantly slippingaway & slipping INTO 1 of the girls too. We finally finished our panning about8:00. We had panned out about 3/4 ounces of gold here & had gotten about 1/3ounce of nuggets earlier so this had not been a bad 1/2 day of mining. Also by now the girls had both been fucked at least 15 to 20 times, but morefun was yet to come.We went to our camp to have dinner & more. Eric & George had headed there about2 hours prior to. It was worded as encouragement, but a challenge it was. He read a post on Nick Scipio’s forum that I made. In it, I poured my heart out about the three occasions in which I’d fallen hopelessly in love with a fictional character. One was when I was only 13, the other two were Frank Downey’s Sophia and Nick’s own Gina. It was an emotional vent, in which I praised them for their ability to make a 50 year old man break down in tears over pain occurring to a character that was, in the end, no more.