At least that's how it's been for the first 20yrs of my life. For me, shit that others have to stress themselves over, I've blown right past with ease.... It's just the way it is, the way it's always been. I'm a privileged young man with well-to-do parents, and life can be pretty sweet. But just like everything else in life, it doesn't matter how sweet things are; you're always going to find a reason to bitch about something.Unfortunately, most of the time, whatever you find to bitch about usually. "I walked over to the house, went in the back way and up the narrow steps to the room where we had enjoyed each other strenuously. Although the sun was well up, Gertrude lay face down on her bed. I was not sure if she was sleeping or weeping so I closed the door sharply and stood waiting.She rose on a elbow, red-eyed and looked at me sadly."Gretchen sent me," I said quietly as I crossed her big bedroom and sat beside her. I petted her back and she sobbed.Finally she gained control of herself. Then Jackie turned to her grandpa and said “now we have to see your wieners” and began to pull his shorts down. Grandma did the same exposing Johns rather large erection with a very large purple head. Jackie looked back at her daddies penis for the first time, then to her grandma and said “we have to lick” grandma knelt and began to lick Johns enormous cock while Jackie just bent over and sucked her grandpas cock right into her mouth. Her grandpa groaned and Jackie pulled back making a sucking. Alice even joined us with her .38, and she, too, got to be very proficient with it.One day, she asked to try out a .44-40. The gun was really too big for her small hand to hold comfortably, but she did very well with two hands. Hell, we were not after style points, so I helped her with holding the pistol with two hands. This way, Alice could shoot as well with the .44-40 as she could with the .38 revolver she normally carried. That convinced me to switch her to a S&W .44-40 as soon as I could.