Bob POV
The game was good, and I tried to enjoy it as much as I would normally do, trying to act as normal as possible. However, the looks I was getting from Bethany told me I was not doing a good job hiding my burning desire to be in the other room, devouring the contents of that mysterious thumb drive. What Bethany may not have seen at the time we had unwrapped the gun was a thumb drive in the wrapping that surrounded the weapon. The curiosity was eating me alive.
The baby, oblivious to our excitement, slept soundly through all our cheering and shouting at the screen; the profanities were gone, all mindful of a child in the house. It was an unwritten rule, a testament to our respect for innocence, not to swear near children of any age.
Jacko's car arrived shortly after the game. Our t
