I am human.My wife works. One morning this last week as I was driving her to work I saw an old couple sitting on their porch the next block over. All ...I could think and feel was I HATE YOU! I didn’t know those people. I had never seen them before that moment, but I hated them with every fiber of my being because they were old and I’m not going to be. If I could have killed them and gotten away with it I would have. Instead, I finished taking my wife to work and thought about how much I hated. Her smile told me she had cemented her decision. ‘Now you need to choose your glass,’ I said. ‘Already,’ she said surprised, ‘no lessons or anything.’ ‘The best way to learn is to do it,’ I informed her as I moved to the boxes that held my glass. Some of the glass I had ideas for. Things I was going to make that would be difficult to part with. I looked at Amber’s inquisitive face, those wonderful lips and I remembered how her eyes looked in the shower. Screw it, she was worth more than any. The man must have been sure that Jason was dead, and that would have been a reasonable assumption, considering how much blood was pouring from Jason's wound.Fortunately for Jason, though there was a lot of blood, none of it had run into his eyes, so his vision was not impaired. The man riding toward Jason was very careless, too, because there was smoke coming from his rifle barrel, indicating that he had not reloaded it, yet. He was holding his rifle in his right hand and his reins in his left. The sound of Tristen's heartbeat cajoled me and lulled me into a trance. His hand on my chin lifted my head and, before our eyes could meet, his lips were on mine. I got lost in his kiss and the strength of his embrace. His hand found its way to my breast and I moaned when he firmly took hold of it. I reached down to his pants and felt his cock, hard, through his jeans.Unzipping his pants, I took his cock out, and broke our kiss. I stared him in the eyes as I lowered myself to his.