"Are you Mr. Lindsy?" he asked politely."Yes. I called and requested some time for practice," I answered."I am Mr. Hiru. I will have to spar with you ...o see who would be most acceptable for you," he said leading me to a wrack of rattan and bamboo practice swords.I went through several before I found one that seemed made for me. I removed my shoes and placed them by the rack. We then went onto the mat out of the class's way. We started slow. Shortly we were going faster, and then faster yet. I. You are actually concerned for me, which Fred never was, I think. All these seven months, I have compared the two of you, and Fred was almost always the loser, I’ve come to realize. If I had met you at that dance instead of in this apartment when Fred brought me here – well, I think some things would be very different.’ ‘No,’ he said. ‘I was involved with Cecilia then, remember, and I can’t see running around on a woman like that.’ ‘Involved until you found out a month and a half ago what I had. Once I am finished dressing for our date I grab my towel off the floor and toss it in the clothes hamper. I do a quick walk-through of my place to make sure everything is where it should be. I head back to my room to find some shoes when my phone rings. It’s you! ‘Babe, I ‘m stuck in traffic,’ you say. ‘There’s been an accident! I’m not sure how long I’ll be. Some fool jack-knifed his truck across the road and, with this being peak rush hour traffic, I could be a while. But I’ll be there as. Once on the highway and Troy had the cruise control set, Sabrina snuggled her head on his shoulder as Troy drove. The stillness of their snuggle didn’t last long. Sabrina felt Troy rubbing her back. Sabrina couldn’t help herself and she started running her hands over Troy’s button down shirt. She moved her hands to Troy’s neck and started unbuttoning his top few buttons. She slipped her hands in and enjoyed the feeling of his chest hair under her fingers. With Sabrina’s head still on Troy’s.