And here’s you passing on knowledge to the next generation. You haven’t done a book on social skills have you?’ ‘Alright alright. Shut up.’ ...��Twenty three. You dick head,’ Craig said affectionately. ‘This is not the behaviour of a woman giving you the brush off my friend.’ ‘You promised to hold off on smugness.’ ‘Twenty three,’ Craig stood up. ‘I’m going to go now. You’ve got a call to make. Email me the chapter I’m supposed to read.’ Peter stepped forward and gave Craig a rough hug. ‘This’ll be. K.”She left the circle towards our clothes but before I left, I turned facing the center of the circle and gave a curtsey. “Thank you very much for your hospitality. I hope you will let us visit again. It was fun.” And with that the ripples rushed toward me, swilled around me and then rushed away. As I left the circle I thought to myself “I’ll take that as a yes.” Outside the circle I looked up and nearly fainted. Sarah was dressed. But her just-above-the-knee length skirt was now hiked up. Social clubs focusing on Gender superiority had become quite a common thing. Unfortunately, extremist feminists flicked the switch about a year ago with there attack. One of the oldest men's clubs in the world had been destroyed in a terrorist attack during an annual meeting, with a death toll of over three hundred men. It was now an unofficial civil war. Things were odd at home for me. I had a beautiful Mother, and little sister was barely a year younger than me whom I had always gotten along. “Here, let me try that shit!” Camel snatched the pellet rifle from me and pumped the chamber full of air. He posted up on the windowsill and snipered another partygoer near the front stoop. A loud, feminine wail followed. “Dude, don’t be shooting girls!” I chastised. “Why not?” “That’s not cool, man.” I said, forcibly taking back the rifle from Camel. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you right—you can only shoot guys, god dammit!” “What.