When she came back with the beers she bent low in front of Tommy giving him another good view, however this time as he looked up from his view his eye... met with Katie's. Like a small boy being caught in the act of stealing candy from the jar, he began to speak, "I'm sorry, I-I-I."Katie said, "You have nothing to be sorry about, looking at a women's boobs is normal, especially for a young man like you." I know, but you are a married woman, one who has opened up her home to me and I shouldn't. So, what's the deal?"She was asking about publicity, my silent enemy.Rebecca stopped her right in her tracks. "Meghan, if you are going to be any part of our lives, you will quickly discover that Brian, and the rest of us do not want any kind of publicity about anything, what-so-ever. We keep our private life just that – private. This is rule that is sacrosanct. We do not let anything out about our lives, charitable giving, hobbies, home, or anything else."Please love us back enough to respect. Of course, his armor was what kept him alive. It distributed the force of the original blast across his body – but that just meant his body became one giant bruise. The blasts – he seemed to recall two, but he wasn't certain – were one thing; those were just kinetic energy in a large field (with flying debris). The suit could handle that – just not well. The real problem was having the ceiling collapse. The armor wasn't designed to handle falling debris; without any kind of exoskeleton, there. However all I managed to accomplish was stabbing myself in the head with the damn thing (refer to earlier statement about not being a girly girl).I finally went downstairs to get our favorite sodas ready. At 30 minutes on the dot Stacy rang the doorbell. Her arms were loaded with goodies for us to enjoy while we watched all our favorite movies. She had her mom's homemade chicken noodle soup, ice cream with all the toppings, and all our most favorite movies. We were creatures of habit so we.