"Your mom tells me you've had a talk about the birds and the bees and you understand the plumbing and all that." She nodded, definitely uncomfortable...."When two animals have sex they're acting on instinct. That's all. But when two people do there may be some instinct in it but there are typically other factors as well and that's what I want to talk about. I can tell that you're really uncomfortable. I get it. I hope that in a minute or three you won't be. People having sex is about making. Well browned sausage, plus a little extra butter, got coated with a good dusting of flour and cooked for another minute or two. Slowly adding milk and letting it thicken, then thinning it out again with more milk and allowing it to thicken up again until I got it to the volume and viscosity I wanted. A quick taste told me that adding just a little extra salt would make it “good to go.”I served up the food by breaking open a couple of steaming hot biscuits on each plate with a fork and then. He was home and even though he had never been a champ, he was still very well respected in the fighting circles and that drew a large crowd of people anxious to train under him. He had invested wisely in his time and had a decent stockpile of money to fall back on. He used that to invest in the gym and a few other businesses in the area. The money all then went into advertising his gym and other investments. He realized he was doing well when the owners of several fighting alliances offered to. My real goal was in sight now. “There’s the YMCA. You’ll love it there. It’s where I learned to play racquetball. Three courts.”Lissa and Melody dutifully looked out the window and I plunged ahead.“I know ... Let’s get a game in tomorrow morning, Lissa. I bet half the town would show up to see us play.”“Don’t embarrass your girlfriend,” Lissa scowled. Uh-oh.“I’m sorry. Really. I couldn’t stop him,” I whined. Yeah, Melody doesn’t have a corner on the whining market. I’m pretty good at it.“Stop.