Videl seemed to delight in finding ways to embarrass him, although she had proven helpful at times. It was just plain confusing. Again."Here it is, a ...adle that can lock a person in the shape they are in permanently!" So, how does that help the situation?" Piccolo asked suspiciously."Duh, Piccolo," she said, rolling her eyes. Piccolo sighed in exasperation."It means that if you are a Namek at the time, you'll stay that way. I think this thing tells how to find it, and we can go get it."~*~Dende. Once free she did not run but merely turned to her husband and said, “Please, Aaron? What we agreed? Just me and Dan -- for a while, at least.” She turned back to face me and I saw her determined intent, her complete need for me, her earlier tipsiness banished. “Upstairs in our bed,” she said. “I want you in our bed.” Emphatic now: “Aaron must watch, though.” And she took my hand and led me from the room and out to the hall and to the foot of the polished oak stairs. She went up ahead, almost. That he was too human. If he reacted with horror, it would be the same as rejection. And that was something Amina could never stand for.***In the end it didn't matter. The next Valentine's Day was Jim's funeral. One night, in his sleep, his heart just turned off. The doctors said it was probably caused by an arrhythmia, something that could have gone on for years without him noticing it. Jim never got any check-ups. Doctors cost too much.The funeral was a rainy day, full of black umbrellas. All. “Okay. Here is a bottle of massage oil. I am going to lie down and you are going to massage me. Start on my back and work your way down and I will instruct you as you go. There are specific things I want you to do.” I was surprised and curious at this. Certainly, I loved to massage women, heck I had massaged my sisters and other girlfriends for years, but not typically naked of course. There seemed to be something different in the wind as she lay down and spread her legs a bit. She put her head.