After months of lousy weather and even snow in April, Saturday dawned as beautifully as any Spring day one could hope for. Having had some of his fellow students express interest in going out shooting, Charlie had decided that this day would be as good as any for the outing, and began loading up the truck with assorted weapons, ammunition, tools, and so forth.
Unfortunately, as has been the case lately, I wasn't feeling up to going out much of anywhere (except for the obligatory all-you-can-eat Saturday sushi lunch with sushirob), so I kissed Charlie good bye, told him not to get the truck stuck (inside joke -- he assured me that he had a shovel and a jack), and waved him off.
The day went by, much sushi was eaten (while elsewhere, presumably, much ammo was fired), and eventually later that evening, Charlie came home. He was a bit sunburnt in the lower arms and face, but not much the worse for wear.
I greeted him with a hug. "So, everyone still alive then?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Yeah, they were fine. Matt had a ball." It had been Matt's first time out at the range. Niki, a lovely girl from Germany with a kick-ass sense of humor, had been out shooting with Charlie before, so I knew she always had fun with that. This time, she'd also brought her friend Jaana.
"So, did you have fun?"
"Yeah," he said. "I think Niki and Jaana were taking some naughty pictures or something out there, though." He blushed a little. That is, I think he did: it was hard to tell with the sunburn.
"Really?" I exclaimed. "What do you mean, 'You THINK' they were?"
"Well ..." he said a bit hesitantly, "Me and Matt would be shooting, and then they'd sort of run over around behind this hill with the camera, and stay there for awhile, and then come back giggling. And then they would be looking at the camera screen, but they wouldn't let us see the pictures. They'd be kind of like, 'Oh, that's a good one, tee hee hee' and when we'd look up they'd sort of go 'EEK' and 'Wait, no, not THAT one' and cover over the camera really quick."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. He seemed so bemused about the whole thing, and not a little puzzled.
"Then there was one point when I was going over to the truck to grab a cigarette, and there was this shriek and I caught a glimpse of an arm or something and heard them scurrying away, and I said to myself, 'O-KAY. Back to downrange.' and turned around really quick."
The funny thing is, I have absolutely no doubt that's what he did.
Now, Niki is, as they say, damn hot. She's beautiful, intelligent, dedicated, complex, and has the aforementioned kick-ass sense of humor. She's also from Germany, so she has that kind of German accent that is less of Olga, "Die Walkure", who will crush your head with her bare hands, and more the fainter and softer accent of a sultry German nightclub singer. Her friend Jaana is also pretty cute. So, all in all, it wouldn't surprise anyone if I were to be a bit, shall we say, jealousish of her. The thing is, Niki is just such a mega-cool person, that the thought of being jealous of her (in terms of "OMG she's going to STEAL MY HUBSAND(sic)") just doesn't occur. Sure, I'm envious of her in some ways, but that is, as I'm sure we can all agree, a very different thing.
Of course, I hadn't actually seen the pictures yet. No, no. That would come later.
(to be continued here)