Now I just had to concentrate on picking the right strings and how hard to pick them with my right hand. It sounds easy enough, but it is the subtleti...s here that make a song sound just 'okay' or 'great'.What I always thought was amusing when you talked to a lot of high school kids who play guitar was that they always made claims like, "I can play that," or "that solo is no big deal. It's just finger tapping," about a pretty difficult song. Yeah, you can play the song, buddy, but how does it. Was I turned on? At first I didn’t think so. But when he moved one hand to his leg, and slowly moved it toward his cock, I felt my own cock give a little start under the towel. Part of me wanted to leave, but another part was mesmerized. I watched as he tugged his balls the way all guys do to get more comfortable, and for a second I thought I had imagined the come-on. But another slight move and his cock was firmly in his hand. My heart was pounding. I shifted my gaze from his crotch to his. The crazy thing is that I could go to the gun store and buy quart jars of black powder to do the same job, and all you had to show is a driver's license. That stuff is a hell of lot less stable than most explosives.From there, I went to the new Tractor Supply store and bought two hundred feet of very heavy nylon rope to pull some of the big trees away and possibly to help pull stumps from the ground. It was only 7:45, so I took fifteen minutes to eat breakfast at the community banquet style. .. Do you really think I’m a slut?”“What? No. I was just mad and wanted to hurt your feelings, that’s all.”There was a pause in the sniffling.“Really?”“Yeah.”“Cause I would really hate it if you thought...”“Don’t even think about it, Mom. I didn’t mean it.”“I know I flirt and show off but your father really does encourage it. He always has, too much, and that’s why we’ve split up for a while.”“I understand.”“No, you don’t, but if you knew the truth you might hate me even more.”Laura.