”I went and made a salad to go with the stew. Mom had made a tomato-based stew in the slow cooker. I watched Dad make drop biscuits while everyone t...lked. It felt good to be home and have a house full of friends and family. It reminded me of when Greg, Dad and I would cook together and discuss our day.After dinner, Pam, Peggy and I went to my apartment. I put Little David in his crib. Peggy went to my bedroom to take her nap. The little guy must have been exhausted, because he didn’t even stir. There was a silent pause on the line."Ugh, alright. I guess if you're going to twist my arm," she said jokingly. "Perfect! I'll see you around five at my place." I could barely hold back the excitement in my voice. It worked. "You best be ready though because I am definitely going to talk about my breakup after a glass or two. It also would be good to vent about this week at work. Sometimes I feel like the only person working hard and doing my job." That sounds perfect," my smile. She woke up facing Rebecca, who had a rather large smile on her face. Jessica guessed she must be dreaming, and judging by the way her nipples were standing out from her breasts, she had a reasonable idea as to what it was was about. Jessica suddenly found that she was strangely attracted to the younger girl's breasts. They were so much smaller than her own; so pert and contained. Her breasts were always getting in the way, sometimes only for little every day annoyances. For instance she had. " I'll be careful," I promised him.The day was a lot of fun. I got to shoot guns and run around. It was a lot like paintball except everything was fake. It was like watching a magic show and knowing the trick. I was also an amazing shot. I would just point and fire and people died. It was a little unnerving to see fake blood gush out of gunshot wounds I was supposed to have caused.If anyone thought I was a good shot, Craig could shoot the eye out of a fly at 500 yards. If it hadn't been so cold.