Within the first few days I noticed the neighbour. 6'5" built like a brick shithouse and hot as hell. Got to introduce myself one day and his name was...Jean (John) he is french-canadian and is in the navy. Married. Damn! That did not stop me from admiring his fantastic body from afar. He spent a lot of time working on the yard and doing renos on his house. Usually wearing just a pair of work pants that had an interesting rip in the crotch area. I managed to wash the dishes for hours just. "He got more odd looks, and began to suspect something was seriously wrong. Either that, or this was the most up tight crowd he'd ever seen in his life.He tried again. "OK, so... why do we have rules and laws that restrict sexual behavior?"After a too-long pause, the older man finally broke the ice. "All laws are intended to protect, and regulate the members of any society." Very good," said Bob, relieved. "So why would there be a law that says no one under the age of, say, sixteen, can engage. She was thirteen and in junior high at the time, and when she took a hot bath and violated herself (to avoid the same pain when she loses her virginity to a male) she began writing about her sexual urges in her diary.It only took a few days for Susan's mom to understand that her daughter was going through menarche, and with that, she would become fertile and need "the talk". Her mom scheduled an appointment with her gynecologist and ordered Susan to accompany her.When Susan fought the idea. She laughed as he caught it right out of the air. The second one, which he didn’t see at all, got him right below his rib cage.“Awh! Fuck!” Mac exclaimed as Lisa chortled. Painfully pulling the dagger out of his belly, he asked, “What are you going to use?”“Nothing,” Lisa replied. She was sliding out of her blooded jeans. She wasn’t wearing panties.“Nothing?” Mac asked, only half believing her.Lisa shook her head.“No weapons, no powers?” he asked.Lisa shook her head again, an odd, mischievous.