”‘Probably the latter’, he thought. Sighing, he closed his PC, attempting, and failing, at dulling the aching pain in his heart, and also starin... sadly at his own reflection staring back at him through his monitor.“Hello,” he said to himself, clinging on to the last semblance of his sanity as he could feel his own eyes stare back at him with an emotion he discerned as disgust. “What am I even doing? Talking to myself, you’re becoming more and more crazier each and every day,” he muttered,. It’s hilarious. And it’s how I learned to shoot, or rather how I learned to shoot without killing or crippling myself. Lesson number one: shooting is loud. Very loud. If we all shot people like they do in the movies we’d go deaf in an instant and spend the rest of our lives battling with horrible tinnitus. Lessons two and three are basically the same, but they focus on toes and bystanders rather than ear drums. Only at around lesson four did Wayne discuss what happens when you actually get. I told her we broke it off in April because she wanted to get to serious and I was just starting college. She was asking about my sex life and how much I got laid. I had a hard on that was bursting out of my pants, especially because I was looking straight up at her tits and she was caressing my face and hair. Fuck this, I couldn't take it and went for broke. I reached my hand up and began to caress her long hair, as I did the back of my hand was rubbing against her tit. I began to press. ”“I know, Son; I’m doing my best.”“I’d like a rules change. That I can have people in my room so long as the door is open and we stay off the bed.”“I think that’s reasonable, but your mom won’t.”“I need private space to talk to my friends, Dad. I’m not going to have sex with them in my room with the door open and you guys home!”“Your mom doesn’t believe you should have any private space.”“I know. But this is crazy. I’m fifteen. I need a place where I can be with my friends here at home. What if.