Neither of us had a lot of downtime to chat at work, so we startedhanging out after work. Not a lot, but maybe two or three times a month.We did have ...ur own lives after all. And since he wasn't 21 yet, I'dusually end up buy some beer at the mini mart and sharing it with him athis place or at mine. He'd usually light up some herb too. I wasn't intothat, wanting to protect my nursing license, but I had no problem withhim smoking it. It seemed to relax him anyway.It wasn't long in our hanging out. Rodrigo was a master of unarmed combat. That was what this man had been used for in the training. He had made sure than a Golden Guard would be a deadly foe even without her weapons.His brawny arms could crush most men's ribs in seconds once he got a bear hug hold on. His fists were like rock and they moved like lightning, propelled by his muscular arms and shoulders. It had been a left hook that had sent her crashing bloodily into dreamland the last time she had fought him and lasted for all. She stood in from of me and said. "I'm going to teach you responsibility, young man."She was perspiring badly by now. Her white silk blouse was glued to her upper torso. I could see the image of her bra showing through the saturated material. Looking straight at me she unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, wiped the beads of perspiration from her upper torso with it, then threw the crumpled blouse on the floor.She was standing there, in her tight jeans, half naked above the waist, holding my belt. ” she stammered.“You didn’t think what, Ellen?” She was about to jump out of her skin. How he could remain so calm at times like this was a complete mystery to her. “I didn’t think I needed to tell you,” she said.“I think you know better than that,” he replied, tilting his head slightly to the left. “I think you were deliberately trying to conceal this from me so I wouldn’t know. Am I right?”She was visibly deflated. She looked at the ground for a long time. Then she nodded, ever so.