Hung and dormant, as if, in minutes, it wouldn’t be raging again. As if he wouldn’t be raging again.He couldn’t tutor her. What part of him rati...nalized the thought into a probable reality? Having that female here, in his territory. Where he ate, pissed and slept. Where society did not impose on his fantasies. The perfect concoction for disaster.The problem persisted past this, however. A deeper analysis told him where the root of the situation lay.How do you erase the past and carry on a clean. I’ve definitely liked seeing you with women. Now, I’ve had men while you and I were in a group, but what I’m hearing is that you have a special kink for having me after I’ve been out with others, or maybe pulled a train.”“Yeah. It’s part of my blowing away my childhood stuff about women not really being sexual, or wanting men.”“Well, since you like watching me with women, it certainly seems like I should like the opposite with you. Then, there are all sorts of nonbinary possibilities.:The. All this and more rattled in the back of her brain, forgotten. At least until one morning of no exceptional consequence. She awoke to the sound of birds chirping. A hue of gold through her bedroom window. The blanket half covering her body. Alone.Not alone in a way that felt comfortable either. That was the natural state of things. This wasn’t that. This was, well, fucking irritating. Here she was at the tender age of twenty four. Probably the most awesome person that had ever walked the face. His instincts were stronger then whatever controlled him and he raised his arms to protect his face. Now he was a Yokuta, at least double my mass and two heads taller, and I had no idea if they had any vulnerable spots, but I holstered the gun and attacked with a running tackle, hit him midriff and all the force I could muster. He was driven back but not as much as I had hoped. It felt as if I had ran against one of those big sand filled leather bags we had at fight school. I just knew I could.