She wore glasses and her hair up on her head in a messy pile. Everything about her was pretty casual. She wasn't sloppy, but she didn't put too much w...rk into looking good. Some jackasses would probably have called her fat. I've got fairly eclectic tastes, and I like fat women. They're so often overlooked and marginalized, not just as romantic partners, but as people, and I can never figure out why. But Dana, she was a thick, pretty girl with sharp features. Anyway, she gave me a smile from. Kenshin: Yes.Aoshi: More empty words.(He strikes the bookshelf to Kenshin's side, destroying it.)Aoshi: You fight with regard for your opponent's life. How can you use your full strength? At the height of the Bakumatsu, you fought to kill your enemy. That's exactly why you survived as the strongest of the Hitokiris. To fight with swords is to take life! A fight is to decide which is stronger! There is no decision but who lives and who dies! I trained on the edge between life and death and threw. I was almost done with my beer when the guys working at the wall beganclapping as Kyle wrote something, presumably the answer, on the wall andcircled it. As he was high-fiving the others, he looked across the roomand saw me. I lifted my beer to him and smiled."Peter, what are you doing here?" he asked."I needed to do some research at the law library. I used to stop herewhen I was a student." I partially lied."Would you like to join join us? We're about to order a couple ofpizzas. They're just a. Don't. Bottom," I repeat slowly, trying to leave no room for misunderstanding."You've never done it?" he asks, looking highly skeptical even as the words leave his mouth.I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. It's something I'd rather not think about, but he's just not going to let this go. "Yes, fine. A couple of times, when I was a 16-year-old twink and didn't know any better than to let some middle-aged closeted asshole tear my ass to shreds."I open my eyes again and he's still.