All of our friends had gotten to the point where they were simply tired of hearing us talk about each other. My friends got to the point where they re...used to even listen to my opinion on women. I remember last week when the SI swimsuit edition came out. Being guys, we talked about it. There was even an argument going on over whether Kate Upton or Cintia Dicker was the most beautiful woman on the planet. They even asked a couple of the girls about it. But they never asked me, not even to break. ‘She was so angry at me, the night I kidnapped her, she had a date with a big shot from where she worked, and she was so mad because it was a chance at a big promotion. I asked her which was more important, me or a job promotion?’ Kate, Keni and J.J. all answered the same time their mom did. ‘A job promotion…’ They all laughed and Kimber yawned. Getting off Heather’s lap, she went to Keni and held out her arms. Keni picked her up and laid her down on the blanket to rest. She was going to hate. They wobbled when you ran. What was the big deal?“Sorry,” he said.“I already told you,” she said. “You can look at them. Just answer the question.”“Why?” he asked.“Because I want to know!” she said, shrugging her shoulders.“No,” he said. “I meant why did you decide I can look at them?”“Oh. You’re special,” she said.“Why?” he asked again.“Like that’s a big mystery?” She frowned. “We saved each other’s lives. We fought off invaders together. You’re the most interesting man I ever met.”“Oh.”There. Meaning we stalk around outside a little so the spectators and guests can see us. It’s called impulse threat deterrent, like if someone in the crowd suddenly gets the idea to throw an egg or something at one of the guests, wants to jump the barrier to get an autograph or a grab a piece of clothing as a souvenir. It also gives the participants a sense of security, because they never going to see much of the real security work behind the scenes.”“What if someone attacks from space?”“There isn’t.