Her speed was the deciding factor. She had taken several blows to her arms, legs and one to the hip that had her limping slightly. Anders, attempting ...o capitalize on the pain, over-extended himself in a kick and allowed Kat to deflect the kick far enough that she could step inside and land a back fist to his temple followed by an elbow strike to his jaw. There was a moment, when Kat recoiled into a ready position for the next exchange, when she thought she had missed or had not hit him hard. I knew what she wanted, but asked anyway. “Where would you like me to come?”She didn’t hesitate. “Inside of me, but I’ll understand if that’s…”I stopped her. “I’d like to try, I think, but I…” I’d been about to caution her, to say that I didn’t know what might happen; I was afraid I’d lose my erection and was strangely more worried about it hurting her feelings than I was about it embarrassing me. It was her turn to interrupt.“Sshhh, no, I know. I appreciate what you’ve done so far, Dan; you’ve. ”“Oh, poor woman...” Imogen’s voice trailed off and for several seconds they were silent. She sat, head down, in his lap. “What about her husband ... ex-husband, that is?” she finished.“He’s already dragging some other woman – a slave, at that – around with him, and has been dragging his feet about Heidi. Of course, he’s got no legal responsibility under the old contract. If we’d admitted her a couple of weeks later, he’d have been responsible for her keep.”They were silent again and Imogen did. She should have been a mother figure for me and thus generally ignored. Until today. For the first time I looked at her more closely. What triggered my interest was an odor I hadn't noticed before. Maybe it was the smell of soap and powder so reminiscent of my sister. Despite the shame of being caught with my sister, I couldn't shake the mental or physical habit patterns of the last three years. Every night I yearned for my sister's young body. To this point in my life my orientation had been.