. who on earth would want to wear clothes in there anyway!?Once in the door Tom found himself in a cedar-wood lined room that measured about ten foot ...quare at the most. A set of heat/steam controls was set into one of the walls along with a two-tiered bench set up running around those walls. The room also had a beautiful soft cedar-wood smell that was quite intoxicating to the senses.Tom spent a few minutes studying then setting the controls to what he thought would be comfortable for him. He. "It's not a piece of junk. It's the sexiest he-man car any man could possibly be lucky enough to have. And you are a God when you drive it." Better," but he sent her a glare anyway, which was softened by a smile he couldn't contain anymore either."So what have you got against Ethan anyway?" she asked as he started to get out of the car."Do we have to go there?" Huh? What do you mean? You have to have a reason for not wanting me to go out with him." She tipped her head to the side, her green. He had indulged himself with a pair of Smith and Wesson break-action six-shooters rechambered for the .44-40, so that he would only have to supply himself with one kind of ammunition. He liked the Smith and Wesson break-action because it was so much faster to reload than the Colt. He kept his Smith and Wesson break-action .32 as his "hide-out" gun. When in his teens, he had practiced with these weapons to the point that he was a crack shot with all five, and he could draw and fire the pistols. "If you like, I'll leave."Kennedy moved then, without thought, without preparation, filled to the brim with anger. She went across the table, tackling him in his chair. She sat on his chest, her knees forcing his shoulders to the ground. "Yield!" she commanded.He twisted and bucked at the same time. She hit him in the chest with the flat of her hand, careful not to break anything, but leaving him gasping for breath. "Yield, I say!"He tried to gouge her eyes and she slapped his hands away. Her.