"Same old dude," he said with a smile. "I am SO glad it's you. I had visions of having to ride herd on some..." He stopped. "Never mind. I'm just glad...I have a good one to work with. Come in. Come in!"Cecelia realized she was just standing there, where she'd stopped when she'd first entered the room. She took a deep breath and made her right foot move. Taking a step she realized she was headed for one of the student desks in the room and she swerved drunkenly to avoid sitting in the same seat. I knew I couldn’t do this. Shouldn’t do this.Wouldn’t do this.I would get up and leave.Lie down in my bed, furiously masturbating and fingering myself.And then I would fall asleep. I would wake up in the morning, believing everything to be a bad dream. Then I would remember, and I would be embarrassed, but relieved, that I didn’t do it.I would get up, hug my little brother, who would be confused, but would assume, that I was just still sad because of Kyle, and who would hug me back. And then I. Kirsten is 24 and is still single, but living with some fuckup in a hippy commune somewhere in B.C. I haven't talked to her in about a year. I'm kind of what they call estranged from the kids. But that's not what caused me to become what I am today. What caused that happened on a Sunday afternoon two years and four months ago.My wife had gone back to work several years ago when the kids were old enough to look after themselves and she wanted something more to do than vacuum and laundry. I. The dads opened long boxes that had new rifles with very high power scopes. I knew that Jamie had some input into the selection of those because that is where I sent the moms when they came to me for advice. They were large caliber guns designed for bear, elk and moose. They were so nice, I was envious. They both got hunting clothes and foul-weather boots. They even got battery heated long johns. Jason had given my dad a new set of very expensive golf clubs. I guess Dad had finally made the.