"Number 2 is: this is where we shoot from. The only thing that your shooter wants to hear from you is the readout of the few numbers on your display. ...No idle chit-chat. No complaining about how you had to lug that heavy spotter scope or the anemometer all that long way. He's carrying a thirty-five pound rifle. It's a hell of a lot heavier than the stuff you carried."No whining about how hot it is, or if you got a mosquito bite, or a snake just crawled over your boot. Just feed him the numbers. ”“You’re way too critical of yourself – trust me. Look I’m not trying to creep you out or anything but let me get straight with you. In the past year when I’ve seen you growing up, I’ve thought to myself ‘Wow Charlene's not a girl anymore. She’s friggin’ hot and I better talk to her about birth control soon’.”“Seriously you thought that?!”“Yeah, and thought ‘Her legs are friggin hot. And her heart-shaped ass looks tasty…” “Dad! Damn you sound like a perv.”“Aww c’mon don’t be a prude. I’m not a. It turned out he owned the store and that's why he was always there. We talked for a while and then I said I wanted to buy some tokens, even though I still had quite a few from my previous visits. He said, no, my money was no good there anymore. I had never heard that expression before, so I asked him what he meant. He told me that if I needed tokens, I should just ask him and he would give them to me. Of course, he knew I wouldn't be needing many because my friend would always be willing to. He also had pubic hair too. I was just thirteen but I guess a late bloomer since I had none. Daniel pulled his shorts up and asked to see mine. I never could figure out why I did it back then but I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my pants and underwear for him. As I stood there for Daniel, a warm sensation came over me. I liked it even though my cheeks went flush from some embarrassment. Daniel told me I had a nice cock. I pulled up my jeans. We sat on the edge of his bed looking through.