‘I have a couple of nice steaks, if that’s all right and some potatoes, you could mash those and there’s store-bought cake and ice cream.’ St...ak? She never had steak. He once again took her by the hand and they went into kitchen. He seemed to like touching her. Each time, she experienced a sharp tingle that went from her hand to her… Even Deacon Jackson who thought he was courting her could never touch her like that. Now that she considered it, Deacon Jackson was dried up old man twenty years. “Wingman's job,” he nodded. “Guess if I can't be your boyfriend, I can be that.”“Isn't it the wingman's job to also make sure the friend is distracted so I can enjoy the girl I want?”He grinned at me.I took a deep breath as we approached the doors. I dashed ahead of him. The girls behind us let out a gasp. I darted through the door and, throwing a look behind me, I caught a quick glimpse through the glass of Kurt standing like a wall before the horny coeds, arms thrown out to stop them from. She brought over ceramic mugs and some wine. Without asking she poured a large container for the man and a similar amount for me. I whispered for a meal to be brought here and the new presentation to be started later.The man took the mug automatically and I took just a sip.I went into my story starting with the time in coma and progressed slowly from there. Everything I made was attributed to the gods. Even my body was explained though I did not display it.The rest of the group had come in and. It was no work to swerve around a tree or dodge a rock or jump over a log while running as fast as we could. Maneuvering a bike through that would have taken a lot more skill. Not to say my skill level in riding a bike hadn't improved to the point where it was much higher than that of most riders.I heard a fight up ahead. Ferocious growls and snarls, some yelps and what sounded like a dog screaming. Bev stopped short and pointed."There. The lion. Shoot it!"I slid to a stop and got down on one.