They later learned that it was an RPG, a rocket propelled grenade that hit the gates. No one was injured because the men had been warned to expect som...ething like that as an opening attack. Ten men charged the open gates with automatic weapons. One man checked the gate house as they rushed past and reported it to be empty. The withering return fire from bunkers higher on the hill slowed the men as they rushed through the gate and took up positions. They had no intention of attacking the house.. Secretly, yes, but their secret indulgences are merely the proof of their own persistent, inward doubts, as to their supremacy fantasies. Their agony is no small thing, and only acknowledging this doubt, this need to confess their enviousness, even their actual inferiority, will they be free of the very thing that gnaws at them day and night. Here's one such example for your perusal. ]If Dylan's parents knew that their youngest son was setting alone in his room, late at night, watching. I’ve been wearing this wanton invitation to molest me all morning and that is exactly what I want and need right now. I’m done waiting for you to notice.A few more steps and I… but, damn! One squeaky floorboard and you look up, taking me in in an instant. I forgot about that one but your face lights up and, man, my whole world lights up at you looking at me like that. You drop your pen on your desk and turn to face me. Three buttons open on your shirt, and I can see your semi-erect penis. So the whole thing was just wishful thinking on my part. I guess I felt some sense of relief along with my disappointment. I mean, I never really felt right about what I was doing - or rather what I thought I was doing. I could toss the remote since it was obviously phony. Except I still wanted to know how it projected that text onto the TV screen. It might not be magic, but it still held some secrets I needed to fathom out.After dinner, Mom and Dad retired to the family room in the basement to.