It’s a pity as I would have enjoyed knowing he wanted to do bad things to me.’‘Really! You would have let him?’‘No, of course not, but just ...o make believe, you know, pretend he was being naughty with me. It would have been so exciting to imagine what could have happened.’There’s silence for a minute or two as we watch the displays.‘Robert?’‘Yes.’‘I’ve had a thought. Would you pretend to be Grandad?’I suddenly lose interest in the fireworks. ‘Wow, great idea.’You pull away from me and start to. “So… have a good day?” Tegan queried.“Yeah... well, you know. Classes. Studying.”There was another prolonged silence.“Wanna have sex?” Tegan ventured.Brandon nodded, absently at first then with enthusiasm as his brain caught up with his ears.“Yes, absolutely.”Tegan smiled, sliding onto her feet and reached out to take his hand as he stood, leading him down the hall into her room, kicking the door closed behind them. She turned her back to him and lifted her hair out of the way, suggesting he. He would, instead, have been chasing a blood trail for the rest of the day while the thing slowly died. But ... I wonder if the bow would have cracked that thing's skull like the crossbow did with that bolt." Or if he could have hit its head with the bow. There's a lot of difference in technique with the two weapons. That crossbow is much like shooting a rifle, but the bow takes a hell of a lot more practice to become proficient than he'd had, although he did get in a little practice on the. He wanted to touch her like a big brother couldn’t. He wanted to put his fingers between her legs and make her moan… But that was wrong; wrong wrong wrong. Looking at the merchandise was one thing; playing with it was another. If he broke it, he was fucked, he knew. And he loved Connie; he could damage her horribly if he tried anything, and of course he didn’t want that. So the idea came to him; he’d masturbate in front of her. Oh, he’d make it seem casual, like he was surprised that.