Chapter 6

Marcel’s greatest strength, and one of his Olympic medals, was in the Men’s Three Position, wherein shooters compete from the standing, kneeling, and prone position in the same event. He excelled from the prone position, but wanted me to at least get an idea of how to shoot and what to shoot at before he tried to teach me how to do it all lying down. I had to beg him to even demo the prone position for me, which I mostly did for the occasion to ogle the swell of his ass in the air without getting caught.

One day, though, about a half an hour into a spectacularly unproductive practice, he stopped me. “Where is your concentration today?” he asked, noting the way I practically threw the rifle down at the first whisper of his command to ‘stop.’

“I don’t know, Marcel, I’m sorry. This just isn’t happening for me today.”

“Yes, well, I can see that,” he said. “Let’s take a break, maybe go for a walk. You’re not even trying to act like you care.”