He had been asked to present a story, naturally one based on an erotic agenda for the competition that he had entered. What subject could he choose, a...n erotic subject wouldn’t be hard to create, but he wanted one that had a bit of reality attached to it, for he thought that would make a more interesting yarn. He let his mind dart from one female companion to the next; however, most had been a fly by night contact that really didn’t have much meat on to make a story out off. He flipped through. That damn Wanda had moved her ass after all. He opened the refrigerator door and peered in. Moving the dishes and bottles, this way and that, he still couldn't locate a beer in the icy interior.In the living room he saw all the empty cans strewn about. What the hell was coming off around here? A man gets home tired and someone has drunk every last cold beer. There wasn't a soul in sight either. Lester went into the hall and walked toward the bedroom.Suddenly he stopped. There was the sound of. Only a point 22, but a real rifle nonetheless. It was one she had used a few times as she was growing up, but now, with proper training, she had discovered a skill. She had quickly graduated to an old 303 Lee Enfield bolt action rifle, then a modern five point five-six first with the single shot L98 cadet rifle, then the L85 and L86. She’d had real fun setting them to fully automatic and just letting loose. Finally she had tried the larger calibre longer ranged sniper rifles. With all of them,. "I really hate thisgirl thing," Jennifer continued on. Having to sit almost perfectly stillwhile her nails were lengthened and painted was just as bad, especiallywhen her mom bought several bottles of polish and one of remover 'also forlater'. Jennifer was really missing her former life by this point."ohmigod-and what if Billy tries to kiss me"?The night of the dance came-though Jennifer was hoping for anothercatastrophic event. No such luck. Her mom helped her get ready, whichtook a whole.