Thank you.” I continued on, not allowing her to interrupt. The way she stared at me for a few seconds made me wonder if she’d come down and smack ...e. Part of me could only hope. She got to her feet and slowly shuffled down the rows of seats, walking bandy legged. She reached my desk and held her hand out for the papers, glaring into my eyes. I smiled again and pointed to the stack of papers on the other side of the desk. Her eyes narrowed dangerously before she walked around behind me, bending. How we stand to defend this country. You once told me, "I wish you didn’t have to go," but rather me than someone who doesn’t care enough about those sons, and brothers, and husbands. And so I go off marching to eternal drums of the cruelest creature on the planet, ever hungry, ever yearning to feast on the young and the brave, yet still connected to you by the strongest force in this world. You and all the other officers’ women folks always worried the next messenger might be for you. But our. If I chose to continue I would have a real tussle on my hands. Laura then pulled my fingers apart and got out of the headlock.She looked at me as if scolding a child. Our encounter was basically a draw, but caused a tremor to the assumptions I had always carried with me about being the stronger of the two. "Another six months and you won't stand a chance. I'll add ten pounds of muscle and maybe 25 pounds to my bench press." She then flexed her biceps, something I had never been able to. That would be enough since she already had a checked shirt and denim shorts with her.Jas picked out a Roman toga for himself, and as they dressed that night, Rhonda viewed the Roman-garbed Jas with mock intensity and joked, “I guess you’ll keep your tiny weapon well concealed in there.”All she was wearing was the checked shirt when she was grabbed by a laughing Jas, who growled, “Tiny? Tiny? I’ll show you tiny.”Instantly, a delighted Rhonda was aware of his hardness pressing under her shirt..