I stopped typing and sat there for about 10 seconds before turning my chair around to face her.Hannah wasn’t the prettiest teen there was but she wa...n’t ugly. She was pretty tall at 5’8 but she was a bit large at around 230lbs. Dark hair, dark eyes and olive skin rounded out her latina ancestry.Most of her friends were gay and transgender and while she hadn’t said anything “official” to us we kinda figured that she fell somewhere in that group. She often dressed more like a male, especially. With a woof she sat down and looked at him through slitted eyelids."I'm your shield," she mumbled. "I go where you go." For what?" he said with a laugh. "For protection?" He stopped laughing when he saw her face cloud up. "Now, now. Let's be realistic. No matter what you think your duty is, the fact is you couldn't protect me against that butterfly flitting in through the window, right?" He grinned and continued, "You're still recovering from your time in the arena, the drugs and the loving. With a whimper of frustration, she stopped pulling, and the tendrils flowed back up her arms and legs to continue their work.The little ember of fear that usually accompanied her ghost lover's first signs of restraint failed to form inside her. Perhaps it was her state of lethargic arousal. Perhaps it was a confidence - or at least a belief - that she could escape this time if she wanted to. But escape would mean that the warm, cradling rub would stop, and she'd be left to her own devices. It. “She said she’s gonna ‘send someone down’ sir,” responded the section leader. “But it’s takin’ ages.”“Well don’t worry, she’s got a mile to come to get to the gate. It’ll take her a good fifteen minutes to walk, or she’ll have to get a bike or car out. Either way it’ll take a while.”“How do you know sir?”“I’ve been on the estate in years gone. They used to open the estate up from late spring to mid autumn. They’d have classic car fairs, music festivals, local craft fairs. At other times you.