My understanding of explosives came from working with my dad in the mines of the Midwestern states. My name is Patrick Kelly. I worked with my dad, Ja...es, for five years learning about explosives. My mother lost her battle with cancer when I was 15 so Dad had me work with him just after I turned 16, I was a big kid even at that age and could pass for being much older. My dad was 6′ 2 and I topped him by two inches when I got my full growth. At 16 it wasn’t exactly legal for me to be working in. ......................Absence of a bed was not going to hinder my mischievous plan as i drooled over her luscious behind. Enticing me with its luscious curves, a bad idea formed in my mind. This girl will pay, and today is the day, all the torment and hurt she had caused was about to be delivered 10 fold. I moved quickly and pin her to the floor, groping her beautiful tits and licking the back of her neck, shes going to give me what i want for once, instead of holding out for that other. “Tea or coffee Greg?” he was asked as Kay moved ever closer, something that he wasn’t going to reject. “Tea will be fine, thank you Karen”, he replied as he encouraged Kay to rub his groin as she was rubbing her thigh against him. Just then the phone rang. “Excuse me the phone is in the other room, I won’t be long”, Karen said. If an opportunity arises, grab it. He had no idea how long the phone call would last, but he pushed Kay’s nightie up, displaying the hairiest cunt he had come across.. He had a good six or eight inches on me and arms like an orangutan. All he had to do was stand in the middle of the court and he could reach anything. He won the toss and served first. The game was on.The less time I spend talking about this match, the better. His first serve came skidding down the right wall and he was only barely out of the way far enough to keep from being called for a hinder fault. It went downhill from there. It’s not that I didn’t score, but I couldn’t hold a rally.