After dinner, I dragged everyone over to the pool table and we split into teams, boys vs. girls—a pretty even match-up, considering the fact that Ri... and I were both pretty terrible and Connor and Tracy were both more-or-less pros. “Seriously Shane,” Tracy giggled, “have you never played pool before?” Connor immediately came to my defense, pointing out, “Hey, your partner’s not exactly a shark, either!” It was good to see them finally enjoying each other’s company again. At least they were able. Sarah, I know there is no place or anyone to make it legal, but … well … would you be my wife? Even if we can’t really be married, would you be my wife?”She didn’t just pull back slightly this time. She pulled back and stepped back, looking at him straight on. “Why would you want that? I am a broken, runaway slave with one leg and an abused body. On top of that, I think I am pregnant. You could have better.”He put his hands on the sides of her face, “No, I could have different, but not. After a quick tour of the area and a final 360 scan from where I stood, I headed out. I felt like Rambo with all the weapons I was carrying. I was wishing that Newt had put a sling on his rifle so I could have my hands free. The two loaded pistols, weighing about six pounds, kept dragging my shorts down on my hips and about every dozen steps I had to pause and hike them back up. I found our blanket and took a can of beer out of the cooler. It really hit the spot, and I kept sipping it as I. Hell, little Cindy wasn't afraid and had started training with them in the early mornings.But Jane had taken the punishment dealt out during the match without batting an eye. Only a submission hold (difficult to obtain on her) that threatened to break something put her down. Nothing that connected stopped her. It didn't seem like she was getting a sexual charge out of being beat up. Rather that she was able to just ignore the pain in order to get in her own attack against an opponent of greater.