That was the bit I mucked up because you were obsessing about the truck.Comment: She picked up the third drawing which she had set aside and pushed it... over to Mahler.Picture 3: This a drawing of a handgun sitting nestled inside an opened lockbox with a pair of magazines beside it and an opened ammunition box.Bec: It was sitting in Dad’s closet in a lockbox disguised inside a shoebox. It was locked but I knew where the key was hidden. When I first hid inside the closet, I had time to get the. I threw up my hands and grinned. "Okay, okay, so you don't want to talk about it, at least not to me and not right now." I put on my best 'harmless old man' look. "I guess I'll just head over to that bank of slot machines over there and waste a few more quarters." She turned away scornfully. "Hey," I said softly, "I've been told I'm a good listener, so if you change your mind..."She didn't turn back toward me, but she looked down at her hands for a moment. I left her like that.Since my wife. Here I was talking to myself while checking my make-up in the review mirror and trying to maneuver through traffic all at the same time. I would be lucky if I made it in one piece."He's already seen you naked, what are you so worried about?" I asked myself, my face blushing as I thought of the nude pictures I had sent him periodically, at his request, mind you. Just the thought made me want to turn around and go home and bury my head under my pillow. It was too much. No matter how many times he. . like boys?"A soft smile that you wouldn't know was forced unless you'd followed the girl through the last yet settled on her lips, "Yeah, and girls still too!" Oh..." There was silence between them for a while, "You're... bisexual?" The girl, both amused at her mother's discomfort, and sad to be agreeing at something not really true, nodded. "I... shouldn't you use protection?"The laugh was brittle, "Its not like I can get pregnant." The answer she brought to her lips was one she didn't want.