Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Consensual, Romantic, Science Fiction, Time Travel, First, Masturbation, Slow, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young woman still grieving the loss of her loved ones goes on a trip to try to recover. She doesn't know just how far she will go. I'll update codes when I get there.
Wednesday July 17,
I'm going away. The memories are still too fresh, too loud, and too painful.
After my best friend, Shelly, and my boyfriend, Paul, were killed in a car crash, I couldn't stay at school. My grades dropped like a rock, I couldn't sleep, couldn't think. All I could do was cry. It would have been bad enough losing one of them, but I lost both.
I'd known Shelly almost since I was born. You wouldn't think that two opposites could get along so well, but we did. I was the shy quiet one and she the outgoing adventurous one. You'd have thought we would fight like cats and dogs, but we got along well together and were really close. We were practically sisters. We were almost always together. My dad called us the terrible twosome. I don't know where he got 'terrible' from, but I know he liked her. My mom would say we complimented each other, and she treated her like a second daughter.
Paul was my boyfriend and it was love at first sight, even though I didn't know it. It took him some time to convince me that it was really me he wanted and not Shelly. Shelly's the looker. I'm kind of plain. I can pull off attractive when I really put my mind to it, and have some help, usually, though, guys don't see me. Shelly, however, was a guy magnet. It wasn't just her breasts either. She had that kind of quality that drew people to her. So, it came as kind of a shock that he wanted me for me. Most guys to see me wanted to use me to get to her. Neither one of us fell for it though.
He also accepted that Shelly was part of my life and that wasn't going to change. A few guys I've had the unfortunate experience to have dated tried to separate us, and I knew where that would go. Me being a battered girlfriend, while he goes out drinking and sleeping around. Needless to say, they didn't stay around after they started that. Paul, though, accepted her right away. It took him a while, but once we started dating it was like I'd found a piece of me I hadn't known was missing. Now they're both gone.
I was getting all dolled up, as he was coming to take me out to a fancy restaurant, when it happened. I was surprised Shelly wasn't there to help me, but she said she had studying to do. And her grades did need the extra work.
You can imagine my shock when, all dressed up and ready for my date, I open the door to find two police officers, who looked like they'd rather be anywhere else than there, instead of my boyfriend. Even without them saying anything, I knew it was bad news. It was worse that I'd even imagined. What made losing them even worse was that they'd been killed in a car crash after picking out and buying an engagement ring for me. He'd planned to ask me to marry him that night, and he wanted Shelly's opinion on a ring. What should have been one of the happiest nights of my life turned into one of the worst.
It was with a sick, numb, feeling that I went with the officers to identify them. After that, I don't think I stopped crying. When I wasn't crying, I was having nightmares. Our friends tried to help, but they didn't know what to say, so they mostly stayed away. The parents, Shelly's and Paul's, were very kind and understanding, they let me have things that they knew they'd have wanted me to have, or had special meaning for me. Everything but the two things I wanted most, that is; I wanted Shelly and Paul.
After Shelly's parents cleaned out her side of the dorm room, I couldn't stay there. While her things were still there, I could cling to the hope I was having a terrible nightmare. Once they were gone, though, there was just this big void, and the silence was deafening. It got to be so bad that I stopped sleeping there. In fact, I only used it to change clothes in.
Finally, our dorm-mother and the guidance counselor sat me down and recommended that I take a leave of absence from school. They said it wasn't doing me any good being in school in the state I was in. They said I should take some time to get my feet back under me before continuing on. They arranged for me to have a year off, and for my bad grades not to be counted. I could start over in a year with a clean slate (Yeah, right). When I called home, my parents drove through the night to pick me up.
It seemed like a good idea. The only problem was that there were more memories at home. Even now, I can see a six year old Shelly laying on her belly on the floor, coloring, her feet kicking slowly in the air. An eleven-year-old Shelly flaked out on the bed wearing earphones and listening to music. Shelly, sixteen, using my closet mirror to check out how she looked in her new bra. Paul, at the front door, as I nervously introduced him to my parents. Paul, in pj's, standing by the guest bedroom as I kissed him goodnight, and then both of us blushing as my dad cleared his throat and mom giggled. The house is full of memories like that. There are also memories of Mom.
That's right, she's gone too. Two months after I came home, she died. Now memories of her are haunting me too. I can't go into the kitchen without seeing her pulling out cookies from the oven, go into the study without seeing her putting together a puzzle, or the living room without seeing her crocheting a blanket or a pair of slippers.
They should be happy memories, and maybe one day they will be, but right now they only remind me of what I've lost.
Yesterday I borrowed Charlene's car, and drove. I didn't have any destination in mind, I just drove. I finally ended up at the beach. I've always loved the beach. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore is soothing to me, somehow. It was almost dark when I got there. People were leaving. By the time it was night, I was all alone.
I don't know how long I sat, not thinking about anything, with my back against the cliff, when my dad put a blanket over me and sat down next to me. He put his arm around me and pulled me close, but didn't say anything. We just sat there watching the moon set. When it was gone, I broke down and started crying. Dad pulled me to him and held me while I sobbed.
When I was all cried out, he said, "I love you, sweetheart."
It made me cry again, but they were happier tears than before.
I said I loved him too, and then apologized for making him worry about me.
He told me that it was ok and that he understood. He said that he missed them too.
That made me feel guilty for not thinking about him. I'd been so wrapped up in my own pain I hadn't seen his. I tried to apologize, but he just kissed my forehead and said he understood, saying, "Oh, honey, it's alright. You've been hit with a triple whammy. As much as your mother's loss hurts me, you've been hit with more. You've had to deal with her loss, plus Shelly and Paul's. I'm not sure I could handle that if I were in your shoes."
I told him his feet were too big to get into my shoes
He hugged me to him as he laughed. Then he kissed the top of my head. "That's my girl."
I hugged him back.
We sat quietly after that, but it was a more comfortable silence, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. After a while, when it started to get light, I said, "Dad I want to get away, to go somewhere and clear my head."
I guess he saw that coming, as I felt him nod. "Do you know where you'll go, or where you'll stay?"
I shook my head. "No, I haven't really thought about it, I just know I need to go away for a while."
He kissed the top of my head and said, "Alright, we'll think of something."
We sat for a while more, and then he said, "Are you ready to head back? Charlene's pretty worried."
My heart sank. Charlene is my mom's best friend. Like Shelly and I, Mom and Charlene grew up as friends and stayed that way. I've known Charlene all my life. She's practically like an aunt to me. She and Dad have gotten really close since Mom passed. From things they've told me, Mom started pushing them together when she first got sick.
Part of me wants to be angry with them, but I can't be. I love them both, and looking back, I can see where Mom even hinted to me that she wanted them to be together. They do get along well; they always did, and I think it's somehow fitting -- the three of us staying together and continuing to be a family. I know it's what Mom wanted.
So, when Dad mentioned her name, I felt all guilty again. Charlene's normally upbeat and outgoing, but around me she's been really nervous, as if she's walking on eggs. It's my fault. She's been trying so hard to fill Mom's shoes, without taking her place. I know she's doing it for me. She's wanted to be there for me, but she's also been afraid I'd push her away.
I decided right then that I was going to apologize to her and let her know that I was ok with her and Dad.
I pushed myself up, saying, "Ok."
He stood up with me and, after bushing the sand off and folding the blanket, we made our way back to the parking lot.
When we got to the top of the stairs leading to the parking lot, I saw Charlene get out of Dad's car and nervously look at me. I ran over to her, crying, and hugged her. She was crying too, and hugged me back just as hard.
When we stopped crying, I said, "I'm sorry."
She shook her head, gave me a small smile, and hugged me again. Then Dad asked if we could get in out of the cold. I hadn't even realized how cold I was. I know I pulled Dad's blanket tighter around me when he gave it to me, and snuggled closer to him when he sat down, but I hadn't really realized it. My hands were numb and I was shivering badly.
Charlene realized it too. She grabbed my hands and said, "Oh, Sam, your hands are like ice! Let's get you warmed up in the car. I brought some hot chocolate, I hope that's ok?" The last was nervously asked, looking at me.
I nodded, pulled her close, and said, "Thank you."
We piled into the car, Charlene and I in the back, Dad in front. He started the car and turned the heater on full blast. Charlene wrapped the blanket around me, and then dug out a thermos. She poured us all some chocolate and we sipped it while warming up.
When we'd finished the chocolate, Dad asked if we were ready to go. We were. Charlene got out to drive her car home, and I leaned forward between the seats. "Dad, is it ok if I ride back with Charlene?"
He looked at me, gave me a smile and a nod, and kissed my cheek. I kissed him in return, saying, "Thanks, Daddy." That made his smile bigger.
I got out of his car and ran to Charlene's. She was surprised, but happy, when I opened her passenger door and got in with her.
On the way home, I told her my plans, what little I had. "Charlene, I'm going to be going away."
Charlene let out a long sad sigh. "I know sweetie, I'd hoped..." She stopped and shook her head.
I reached over and grasped Charlene's hand. "I love you."
She gave me a surprised look, before turning her attention back to the road. "I love you too, Sam. I love you very much, and I'm sorry I can't take your mother's place."
I gently cut her off before she could continue. "You don't need to."
She looked at me fearfully, and a bit hurt. It pained me to see that.
"You're my Charlene and I love you. I know you've been trying hard to be Mom, but I need you to be you."
She squeezed my hand, and we drove in silence for a while.
"What about your father?"
"Do you love him?"
She looked at me fearfully again. "Yes, very much."
She twitched in surprise, and looked at me as if she wasn't sure I'd said that. I gave her a smile and told her to make him happy. She had tears in her eyes when she said, "I'll try."
I told her what she always told me when I said, I'll try, 'You'd better, or I'll spank your butt.'
She looked at me, and then started laughing. "You've got yourself a deal."
We shared a smile, and then I leaned over sideways and put my head on her shoulder. After a while, I asked, "How did you two find me."
"Whenever you're upset about something you always head for water. When you were little you'd ride your bike to the creek, and when you got your license you'd drive to the beach. We just drove until we saw the car."
"I do love you. You know that, right?"
I nodded and said, "I know, I love you too." Then I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
When we got home, Charlene woke me, and we all went inside. I went to my room to undress and get my nightclothes. When I came out in my robe, Charlene had the water already going for me. She and Dad both gave me a kiss and told me to sleep well, but to wake them if I needed anything. I said I would, and thanked them. They gave me a smile and a nod, and went to their room.
After a nice, long, hot shower, I put a long nightshirt and panties on, and went to bed. When I woke up, it was nearing dinnertime. I dressed in a pair of jeans and a pull-over top, and went downstairs.
During dinner, Charlene brought up my trip, asking where I was going. I told her I didn't know, and she suggested taking a drive up the coast. "You love being around water and the beach. Why not drive up the coast?"
I thought that was a good idea and said so. Then I asked about where I'd stay.
"There're lots of bed and breakfasts and small inns. You shouldn't have trouble finding one."
"Why don't you take the fifth wheel?" Dad suggested. The fifth wheel is an old RV trailer that had belonged to my grandparents. We used to use it a lot when I was younger, but it'd been years since we'd used it. We just didn't seem to have the time. The last time we used it was just after high school, to go visit my grandma.
"That's a great idea!" Charlene said. "You can stop where ever you want, and stay as long as you wish."
"How will I tow it though?" I asked.
"You can use Henry." Dad replied.
Henry is what my grandparents named their big old 1970's Dodge pickup truck, which they used to pull their trailer. Dad says Henry's one of a kind. I certainly haven't seen one like him. I've seen a couple other 70's era Dodges, and I've seen newer, bigger, 4 door Dodges, but I've never seen one exactly like him.
We don't use Henry much unless we need to carry a lot of things. Despite the better fuel and carburetor, he's still expensive to drive, not to mention hard to park. He takes up two parking spaces where ever we go and he doesn't exactly turn on a dime.he doesn't even turn on a fifty cent piece.
We mostly use him to haul things home, like fire wood, or to take recyclables to the recyclers. Consequently, he doesn't get driven much unless one of the other vehicles is in the shop. The last time I rode in him was when we left for college. He was the only vehicle either of our families had capable of carrying us and our luggage.
Charlene did have a good idea about using the trailer, and dad was nice enough to let me use it and Henry. I was having mixed feeling about it, however. I was trying to get away from my memories for a while and it looked like I would be bringing them with me. Then again, Henry's always been like a big friend to me, and every time I heard him running it made me remember being picked up from school, or wherever. Unless there was something to distinguish the cars apart, we'd all have to wait to see who got out of the newer cars. With Henry, though, we could hear him coming, and we knew my family were there for us. Finally, I decided that it would be ok, except for one thing; I've never driven Henry with the trailer.
Dad said, "That's ok, we can practice some before you go."
Then Charlene said, "Wait, do you think Henry and the trailer are up for it? It has been a long time since they've been used like that."
"I'm sure they'll be ok," Dad said."However, to be safe, we'll have them checked over before you go. You don't have to leave right away, do you?"
I shook my head. Now that I had some kind of plan I could wait a little while. It'd give me more time to get ready.
"Then how about this weekend we head down and pick up the trailer, so you can practice driving around with it, and take it in to the yard to be checked out. Then, Monday I'll drop Henry off at the shop so he can get a tune-up and an oil change. Does that sound like a plan?"
Charlene and I both nodded.
After dinner Dad dug out some old maps, while Charlene printed them out. We went over them, trying to plan a route along the coast, and any other places I might want to visit. While we were looking at the map, Charlene said, "Oh, Sam, do you remember that one RV Camp that was right on the coast? It was just across the highway from the beach; the one where Shelly got knocked off her feet and got a mouth full of water." She looked at Dad, saying, "Honey, when was that, fifteen years ago?"
I vaguely remembered it; I remembered a camp filled with fog, nestled in the mountains near a beach. I also remembered the way Shelly scrunched her face up in disgust at her taste of salt water. I had the giggles every time I looked at her for the rest of the day. And we never went to the beach without making a joke about it. I don't remember much about the rest of that vacation but I do remember that.
Dad said it was about that long ago, but that he didn't remember the name of the camp. He said he'd call Grandma to see if she remembered. Charlene said she'd try to look it up on the net.
We spent the rest of the evening going over maps, and talking about places I might like to see or go to.
Saturday July 20,
Dad, Charlene, and I have spent the past couple of days making lists of things I might need, and places I might want to see. I'm still not sure where I want to go, or what I want to see, though. It's pretty much up to me though. Dad did suggest that if I get to a place where I might want to spend some time, that I unhitch the trailer and just drive around in the truck, instead of dragging the trailer everywhere with me. I think that makes sense.
Today we picked up the trailer. Dad got us up early, and we took the sideboards off that my Great Grandpa had made for Henry, and set them aside. Then we put the hitch on. It was really heavy; it took two of us to move it. Fortunately, we didn't have to carry it all the way to Henry. We put it on a small cart and dragged it around. We still had to lift it onto Henry, though, and then put it in place. Once it was in place and bolted down, we piled into Henry and fired him up.
It took Henry a while to wake up and get going, but once he seemed to realize we were taking a trip, he took right off. I was surprised to look down and see I was doing 70. He's so big and heavy, not to mention old, that it doesn't seem like he should be able to go that fast. He did though. I let my foot off the gas a little to get me back under the speed limit.
It didn't take too long to get to the storage yard where my parents kept the trailer. We stopped outside the office, and Dad went inside to let them know we were going to be using the trailer for a while. A few minuets later, Dad came back out, said it was all set, and had me drive through the main gate.
When we got to our trailer, I stopped so Dad and Charlene could get out to help me back up. I can back up with Henry, but I needed help getting in right so we could hitch up the trailer.
Dad lowered Henry's tailgate, and then moved the electrical cable on the trailer that hooks up to Henry, out of the way, and had me back up.
While Dad was doing that, Charlene had gone into the trailer and gotten the jack handle out. She lowered the trailer until Dad told her, "That's good." Then he said, "Ok, Sam, back him up slowly."
I was pretty nervous. I had to pull forward and back up a couple times until I was lined up right. Then there was a slight bump, and Dad yelled, "OK!". I turned Henry off, and jumped out to go check.
Dad showed me how to make sure the hitch was locked. Then he cranked up the feet an inch or so while Charlene moved the wood blocks from the tires, and told me to pull the trailer forward a little to double check. I was really nervous then. I was so relieved when the trailer moved forward with Henry, instead of falling off the hitch like I feared.
Dad finished raising the feet, raised the tailgate, and hooked up the cable to the truck, while Charlene put the blocks in the bed. Then Charlene got back in, and Dad had me pull out slowly. I was nervous pulling forward, but Henry seemed eager to go.
Once I was clear of the other trailers, Dad walked ahead of me to a secondary gate to let us out. Once the trailer was clear, he shut and locked the gate. He ran the keys back to the office, then came back, jumped into Henry, and said, "Let's go."
I said, "Where?"
He said, "You tell me, you're driving."
I rolled my eyes and groaned. I'd thought he'd had some kind of plan. I put Henry into gear and eased off the brake. Once he was moving, and I was clear, I eased my foot down on the gas and we were off.
We spent the rest of the morning just driving around. Fortunately, there wasn't much traffic for me to run into. Other than being nervous making turns, it was ok. The only really scary part was hitting the brakes at 55mph when the light turned red. Henry wanted to stop but the trailer kept pushing us forward. I'm glad no-one was in front of us, as I ended up part-way into the intersection. Dad said I'd done well, but I was still a bit shaky after that.
After that, we drove back to Mike's RV Repair Shop. It was just down the street from the storage lot. That's when Dad had me practice backing up. Talk about nerve-wracking. One of the workers ended up coming over and helping to guide me while he walked alongside, telling me how to do it. I was really glad when he told me I could stop. Dad and Charlene seemed proud of me, though.
Dad and Charlene went in to make the arrangements, while I parked Henry. I went in and joined them, after watching the workman move the trailer inside the fence with a forklift.
When I went in, Dad introduced me to Mike, the owner. He said he was sorry to hear about my loss, and said he'd have the trailer ready for me in a week. I gave him a small smile, and said, "Thanks." Dad signed the work-order and, after shaking hands with Mike, we left. Since it was lunchtime, we headed over to a Lenny's to eat. Dad drove this time. Being reminded kind of killed my appetite, though. Charlene didn't eat much either. Even Dad had leftovers we brought home.
After lunch, we drove home. We stopped at a Camper Planet that was along the way, and went inside to look around. There were some small kitchen and laundry appliances that Charlene saw and showed me. I thought they looked cute. Charlene said they'd be nice to have on a trip. I agreed, but I didn't know where in the trailer we'd install them. Charlene didn't know either. Neither did Dad, when he saw them. He did think they were nice, though. Then Dad took us over to show us some solar panels that we agreed would be nice to have. He wanted to know if I'd be ok with having them installed while the trailer was in the shop. I said that'd be ok. They would help recharge the battery and help save gas. So Dad bought a couple of them and all the things he needed to have them installed. He also bought a new water filter for the drinking water, and Charlene and I picked out some new sheets and blankets for the bunks. We had linens already, but a couple more couldn't hurt. We also got some maps. That was it for this stop. Dad said we'd be back, after we picked up the trailer, to pick up anything else that I though I might need or like.
We took the panels back to the shop. Mike said they'd have no trouble installing them. We thanked him and left. On the way home Dad and Charlene seemed excited by the trip. I was nervous and wishing Shelly were going with me. This is the kind of thing she would have loved to do.
When we got home we went over the maps and brochures that we'd picked up. While looking at them, we found a couple RV Parks that were by or near the beach, one of which Dad and Charlene thought they recognized. I have to admit, the pictures of the park looked nice, but you never can tell with pictures. The park could be a real dump, but I hoped not.
Dinner that night was leftovers from lunch. I thought the grilled chicken was just as good as it had been earlier. Dad and Charlene seemed to enjoy their dinner too. After dinner was over, and the dishes put away, we went back to looking at maps and brochures. I got tired after a while, so I said goodnight, and gave Dad and Charlene a kiss and a hug and went upstairs. I took a quick shower, put a nightgown on, and cried myself to sleep.
Tuesday July 23,
When I woke up on Sunday, I was miserable, I was hot, achy, and stuffed up. I stumbled my way downstairs to the kitchen. Charlene took one look at me, and sent me back to bed. I must say, I didn't complain any. The room was swaying so much I though I was going to get seasick. I guess my being out in the cold caught up with me. I spent the past couple days in bed coughing, sneezing, and just being miserable. Dad said if I coughed any harder, I'd cough up a lung. It sure felt like I was trying to. I'm feeling better today, though; not a hundred percent, but better.
I lazed around on the couch reading, and watching TV and videos. I could have done the same up in my room, but I'd been cooped up enough. Charlene brought me some tomato soup, and we watched some old TV shows on video. After lunch, I thanked Charlene for looking after me. She gave me a smile and a kiss on the forehead, and said, "Anytime." Then she told me to get better soon, as we had shopping to do.
We spent the rest of the day lazing around watching TV and working on a puzzle. When Dad came home he gave me a kiss on the head, and said he was glad I was feeling better. I am too. Since dinner wasn't ready, he made a quick trip to Costco and picked up a pizza. We watched an old movie called Hatari while we ate. I thought it was a good movie. I'm pretty sure there'll never be a remake, though. The animal rights groups would never allow it.
After the movie, I went up to bed, but Dad and Charlene stayed up to watch another.
Wednesday July 24,
Except for having a nightmare, I'm feeling a lot better. Charlene and I went off to do some window shopping. We did buy a few things, but not too much. We're going to wait until we've got the trailer loaded with my things before we do the serious shopping. We don't want to buy a lot and not be able to use it.
During dinner, Dad asked me if I was planning to bring my movies and music with me. I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess it would be nice to bring some. I still have our collection boxed up from college. Before we left, Shelly had spent weeks converting a lot of my old tape and record collection over to disks. She did a lot of hers as well, though she didn't have as many. Most of hers were disks to start with. She didn't complain about how long it took, though, as she enjoyed listening and watching them as much as I did. Besides, my job was to catalog and label everything. That took a while to do. Especially since she had this way of putting a whole lot onto one disk. She said the quality wasn't as good, but it was better than lugging around all my players. It was a great help, as there wasn't as much to move, and didn't take up as much space in the dorm, but when you've got several hundred songs on a disk, it's a pain to label. I ended up just giving disks a number and writing their contents down on paper. It was worth all the effort, though. We had all our favorate songs and videos available any time we wanted.
I think that's one of the things Shelly loved about my family. Our eclectic taste in technology. Shelly's parents always have the latest things. My family uses things that were old when my grandparents were kids. Their way of bringing me up was like that too. When I was little, if I wanted to watch or listen to something, I had to ask. I didn't have any players in my room until I was ten, and that was a stereo with a record and cassette player. I got a TV, with knobs, when I was twelve. Things grew from there. We never got rid of anything, either. Dad likes to joke that he keeps the repair man in business, single handed. It's not really that bad, though. I never put a PB&J in the VCR or anything. Mostly he takes things in to be serviced and cleaned every so often. Shelly, on the other hand, had a state of the art home theatre system since birth, and she'd get a new one every few years. It frustrated Shelly a little, since her dad would give her old one away. She would have rather just added the new player to it, like we do, than replace the whole thing. She never let her dad know, though. She'd just say 'thanks', and give him a big hug. He'd smile and go off to his den. Then she'd bring her older things, that she couldn't play anymore, to my house.
Thinking about it now, I think the way my parents raised me helped give me my love for books, and my imagination. I would come home and play or read after doing my homework, while other kids turned on the TV or played video games. That is, for the days I didn't go to Shelly's after school, of course.
We never did get everything converted, so I ended up leaving some things at home, as we just didn't have that much room in the dorm. I did bring a couple players for things we didn't get to, and she brought a combo TV/disc player that was a gift from her parents. Between us, we could watch or listen to just about anything we wanted.
That's not to say we spent all our time watching videos and listening to music. We also spent a lot of time studying, reading, and going out.
After thinking about it for a bit, I told Dad I'd probably take what Shelly and I had taken to college. Then I started crying again. Dad and Charlene both got up, came over and hugged me. Dad apologized for bringing up bad memories. I told him that it was ok, it was just that I missed her.
When I'd stopped crying, we finished dinner and had ice cream while talking more about the trip. I was thinking about maybe staying in a camp for a while, and spending some time driving around seeing sites that were close by, instead of constantly driving up the coast. Dad and Charlene both thought that was a good idea.
Thursday July 25
Dad surprised me today. After he got home from work he took me out shooting. At the range, Dad introduced me to one of his friends from work. The first thing, Jim did not say was that he was sorry to hear about my loss. It was kind of refreshing in a strange way. I knew he knew about it, he just didn't say anything. Instead, he just looked me over, and then asked if I'd ever shot before. I told him a little at camp. He said, "Good, I don't have to start from scratch then."
Jim led us into what I thought was a small room. It turned out to be a small firing range and the counter was covered with all kinds of guns. After the door was closed, he said, "The first thing I want you to do is to make sure all these guns are safe." I was a bit nervous, but I managed to do it. Some were easy to do, but others took me a while to figure out. He said that was ok, and that I'd done better than some of his students. That surprised me, and made me feel good.
After that, Jim gave us some ear protection. We had a choice of the big earmuffs, or squishy things you stick in your ear. I chose the earmuffs. I don't like things squished into my ear. He took a pair of goggles for himself, but said our glasses would be ok for us. Then he picked up a revolver. He said it was a .38, and, after making sure I could load and unload it, had me fire a few rounds. I thought it was still loud, even with the ear protection.
After I fired all six rounds and ejected the spent rounds from the cylinder, Jim pulled the target in. I some how managed to get all the rounds through the paper. They weren't all in the target but they were on the paper. I probably could have done better, but I was nervous. Jim told me that it was ok. He put on another target and ran it back out, while I reloaded. He told me to relax and squeeze the trigger gently. This time I got them all in the black and in a group. It was a large group, and too far to the right, but it was a group. He showed me how to adjust the sight, and I fired some more. Half an hour later, I had what he said was a nice sized grouping in the middle of the paper. I felt kind of proud of myself. One of them had even nicked the bull's eye.
Satisfied with my performance with the revolver, Jim moved me to a .22 automatic. He had me fire a couple rounds through a few different models to find one I was comfortable with before he really had me start practicing. I picked one out that reminded me of the kind you see the Nazi's use in war movies. It wasn't one of those. It just reminded me of them. One thing I didn't like about it was that the slide was mostly internal and there was only a little bit at the back for me to pull back on. The nice thing, though, was that it didn't bite my hand the way the others did.
A half hour later, we stopped for a break. I went and got a drink, and when I came back Jim had me try the 9 mm's. I was a bit intimidated, but he told me not to worry. I picked one out that was comfortable to hold. He told me that it was a good choice, and had me load it. It was a bit scarier to use than the .22, but I think I did ok. After that we switched over to rifles. I was glad; my arms were getting tired. He started me off on a bolt action .22 rifle, and then moved me up to a .44. I think I did better with the rifles.
When we were all done, Jim said I did pretty well; Dad did too. That made me feel good. To my surprise, I was also feeling better in general. I guess there's something therapeutic about blasting holes in your troubles. We both thanked him, and left. I have a feeling Dad's going to be getting me a gun. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I guess it would be ok, but I hope I never have to use it.
When we got home, we showed Charlene the targets, and then we dug into the burgers and fries we'd picked up on the way.