. not. Not essential. Could he be sold? Not in his present state, for sure. His physique lets him down badly. Hair untidy. At least one stone over his...fighting weight, probably two. Poor posture. Flabby muscles. No interesting body adornments. Harry did not know this for a fact, but he could not imagine Larry having himself tattooed or pierced — but all that was correctable. No doubt Steve Glennis would charge for the use of facilities, but Harry was sure that something might be made of Larry. I hadn't even kissed her. The power of my dream, its intensity, and the desire I'd experienced, were warning bells. If I was this enamored with her after holding her hand and just being with her, what would happen if I kissed her? I couldn't ignore that she was underaged and, based on my reactions, there was a big chance I might not care if I ever actually kissed her. I was teetering even now.I envisioned the embarrassment I'd feel if our developing relationship was revealed, my co-workers. “Hey. Sarah. You okay in there?” I asked laughing to myself. Her name was Sarah Kate but now she wanted to go by just Sarah. She got tired of everyone butchering her name and had given in. “I’m fine!” she said, rather sweetly with a yawn, trying to pretend as though she was just waking up. “Come on out. I’m making breakfast.”She unlocked her door and came out in his nightshirt. She ate breakfast at the small dining table we had in the kitchen, her leg up on the chair, facing me. I could see her. He turned towards a pair of doors I hadn’t gone through yet, and led me into the room beyond. Once inside, he walked up to a wall and grabbed two pairs of ear protection.“Take these. This room is going to get quite loud, and you’ll need them.”I put them on and then he led me down to a stall. Rather than there be sheets of paper for people to aim at, all there was in this room was a large mound of dirt around one hundred meters away. He put his ear protection down and then took a tripod and a.