Damn, I felt good now. It wasn’t a drunk feeling buzz, or even a stoned feeling. To quote Jack Tempchin. Just a peaceful, easy feeling.Mia smiled at...me, “How do you feel now, handsome?”“I feel like I don’t have a care in the world, Mia,” I said smiling. Taking another sip of my drink. How did I know her name was Mia? Mia-Rita? Her name could have been Rita, for all I know. It was like we made a mental connection.I looked around, to gather the atmosphere. Everyone was gone. The party in the. I peeked over the back as three men kept firing at those in the rescue boat.I aimed the strange pistol and fired and a ten centimeter dart flashed through the air and struck one of the men in the neck. He screamed as his neck bulged before exploding. I had already shifted to aim at another as the two men spun. I fired and the dart streaked across the deck and slammed into one’s chest.He grabbed his chest as it bulged and then his stomach burst. The last man was staring in shock as I put another. He wondered how long it would take but with a girl like that he doubt someone could stay away for so long, especially with him hogging her up. Finally, after about 3 songs, a guy came and began dancing in front of her. She was sandwiched between the two of them. Not that she minded the attention. The guy was as big as him. Toned, lean arms, tanned, with dark hair. Now was his chance, since the guy seemed like he was already buzzing. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back. She. . built and receded, expressed in those little breaths. And then a shiver. A pause. Another shiver. A deep intake, a release, and calm once more.Was that... ? I think it was. My body had reacted in a particular way to the sounds, and though I halfheartedly tried to tell myself that it was probably just someone who had fallen asleep on their books, the changes I felt within my pants belied that theory.I became aware of my restlessness, an urge to move, uncovered by another’s private ritual. But.