His one passion was turkey hunting, to which he devoted any spare time he could.He had most likely slaughtered over half of the local population of tu...keys, as attested by the hundreds of beards he kept as trophies. His skill and obsession with turkey hunting was legendary even beyond the legends told of his rascality.Land ownership and property lines had no meaning or bearing on him when he was hunting turkeys, which caused him no small problems with the local game wardens.He hunted bobcats. She quietly walked toward him and notice that his headphones from earlier are still around his neck and playing music ! … which explain why he doesn’t hear very well … his face looked calm and normal , she expected him to be drooling or snoring , but he’s not like that at all , she started teasing him by touching his face with the tips of her fingers , tickling his nose a bit … he moved from it but remained asl**p , she then pressed her finger against his lips and rubbed them a little … and he. With a little persuasion, we took a walk around the grounds under the pretext of showing me around. It was very quiet.Me: Hey, that guy was quite protective of you huh?HB: Him?ya, annoying most of the time.Me: I take it you have no interest in him whatsoever?HB: Nope, not one bit.Wow, I cant believe im spilling my heart to a 12yoMe: (vaguely, cant really rmbr) Im not too far off, 2 years isnt a gap at all.HB: Well, what do you know about a relationship?(laughing)Me: For one, I just got off one. It didn't feel bad or anything, in fact I have to admit, I kind of likedit.The feeling of being taller and much more limber was really enjoyable, butmy new private parts were something I shouldn't possess.I had to keep myself busy to not think about it, so I turned on my consoleand played a few rounds of some racing game I found in my room. But eventhat could not distract from my recent anatomical changes. I could feelthe emptiness between my legs while I kneeled down to change the gamedisc, I.