" I'm not going to tell you that have to fight," Mr. Reiser said, seriously."A fight?" I blinked at my Master, giving my butt a little wriggle around ...hat plug. "Tom Henry's gonna fight somebody?" I'll do it, sir," Tom Henry said, and even smiled. "I've been in a tussle or two." Good." Mr. Reiser smiled as well. "Good for you, Tom. You'd better eat some then, you'll be needing it later."Tom Henry nodded at that and I could feel him relax. He started eating as he quickly regained his appetite. On his way back to the study from the project room, he put the potatoes in to warm up, went to his desk, and took out the binder stuffed with news articles, court transcripts, and his own notes. The notebook was so stuffed it couldn’t be closed tightly and some of the documents had been flipped so many times they were torn and taped on the edges to hold them together. He thought about getting a second notebook but there was no suitable place to separate the information so he hadn’t done so.. We ended up planning our day to avoid it, heading south back to the Kent area well before the normal crowd formed on I-5 or I-405.Instead, we went just south of our hotel to Emerald Downs and watched the horse races. Catherine loved it and as the sun set and the temperature dropped to the high seventies we sat watching the races, betting small amounts without any clue about which horse might win. It was fun and when we drove back to the hotel we were both tired but happy with our day. We made. "How'd it go, Sammie?" Eliza asked while Samantha pulled off her clothes and slipped under the sheets next to her friend."Don't ask," Samantha sighed, lying flat on her back.Eliza knew she'd find out soon enough, so she didn't ask. She cuddled up against Samantha, feeling the warmth of her bare skin radiating onto her own naked flesh.Sure enough, Samantha couldn't hold out for long. "He doesn't like peeing." Peeing? Has he got a medical problem or something?" No. Not as far as I know. No, he.