She pulled a bottle out of the case, held it high above her head, and then started walking around the picnic table."What is she doing?" asked Joan. "...illing time," replied Judy, pointing at a clock mounted on the wall above the hot tub. "She wants to make sure that she doesn't make it back in the time allowed." "That's 30 seconds late," Judy yelled out toward the yard a few moments later. "60 seconds... 90 seconds... 120 seconds..." Judy was yelling "150 seconds" just as Sara set the wine. I do have to admit ... she’s a past master at fishing in the male pool. For awhile it was officers from the base but we moved. Sasebo had taught me everything they could and sensei suggested Osaka. The Gracie school taught Street Fighting. I was formal and Street is use every advantage against an opponent. Six later months my new instructor recommended The Ninja Training Dojo in Kyoto.“If you had come to us untrained in the basics, we would have kept you longer. You knew what to do ... you. Both were still giggling, which didn't help arrest the flow of blood from Susie's head wound and only served to increase the stress on Jennifer's bladder. Her muscles gave up the struggle a second later and she released a series of shimmering arcs of golden liquid which splashed against Susie's torso before dripping to it's final resting place in the expensive Oriental rug on the floor. As I watched this pantomime unfold in front of me, the grim reality of the situation suddenly hit me right. There's actually someone I'm interested in. I'm pretty sure she's also interested. I don't think she's the love of my life or anything, but we could have some fun. But I haven't done anything about it." Why not?" Jess asked."I'm not sure I want to answer that." Jessie just glared at him. "OK. I could only admit this to you, and that's hard enough-but my confidence is shot." Oh, shit," Jessie said."Do not blame yourself," Crash said sternly."Well, who else is there to blame?" Jessie said. "Wait.