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premature mourning. “Am I really gonna do this?” Tyler wrestled this thought out of his head at once and conceded that the quicker it was done…well…it would be done. He had the squirrel’s head dead center in the scope’s cross-hairs. He sucked in a breath, held it, and squeezed the trigger which, to him, felt heavier than ever. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
                   
    PFFFT!  A sharp blast of compressed air turned the idle bb resting in the Sure-Fire’s chamber into a destructive projectile traveling across the Swanson’s backyard at no less than six-hundred feet per second. Tyler’s view inside the sighting scope yielded almost immediate results after he squeezed the trigger. What he saw was a quick puff of red-stained fur lackadaisically float to the ground well after the lifeless body of the squirrel fell to the grass on their side of the fence with a meaty thump. 
    “Whoa! Nice shot! I knew you’d get it. See Jayson?  That’s  how you shoot!” Lilith celebrated.
    Jayson and Tyler said nothing. Tyler felt immediate remorse for what he had done. He felt beyond appalled. 
    “I guess I owe you a little somethin’ somethin’, huh?” Lilith reminded him...as if he had forgotten. The disgusting and cruel irony of it was that at this point, the way he was feeling, he didn’t even want the kiss anymore, but the more practical (or perhaps darker) side of himself said that he did the horrible deed, and he might as well get what he was promised for it. The alternative was that he had done that awful act for absolutely nothing at all, and he couldn’t abide that.
    “Well? What’re you waiting for, Ty?” Lilith asked.
    “Let’s go already. Give him the stupid kiss so we can get the hell out of here, ok?” Jayson said, obviously overcome with jealousy. 
    Tyler stood still. Lilith took control of the situation and stepped toward Tyler and leaned in. Their lips met. A numbing jolt, which Tyler would always remember for the rest of his life as a nearly unpleasant full-body electric shock surged through him as they embraced; both of them with their eyes closed. 
    Something  had passed between them at that moment. He didn’t know what, but it was most assuredly something virtually profane. 
    Lilith’s lips were perfectly warm and exquisitely moist, and it was fine. As soon as their lips met, Tyler’s eyelids shot open to see Lilith’s still closed…but then…
    But then, Lilith’s eyes slowly crept open to meet Tyler’s gaze, which wasn’t one of lust or pleasure, but of apprehension. Tyler tried to pull away even after the jolt had passed, but when the kiss began, she had her hand around the back of his head, which was now holding him in place. 
    “Jesus, get a room, you two, would ya? You’re making me fucking sick,” Jayson chimed in once again. 
    Lilith gave Tyler a simpering wink and released him and he stumbled back a bit and looked at Lilith and then quickly at the ground. Tyler didn’t know it at the time, but his life would never be the same after that kiss, nor would that kiss with Lilith be his last. 
     
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                    That night in bed, Tyler couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss he had shared with Lilith. It wasn’t exactly the lustful and smitten wonderment that accompanies a boy’s first kiss. No, he had no trouble quelling his hormones. Quite the contrary; his memories of the “incident” brought with it a mild bout of anxiety…because of the squirrel. However, after that, during dinner, while he was doing his homework, and when he was watching Hell’s Kitchen with his parents, the anxiety went from a seven or an eight, down to a two, to put it clinically. It may have had something to do with a funny meme about Hell’s Kitchen that a friend showed him once that the TV show they were