He noticed several other low lifes entering the courtyard and figured that fairly soon he would have to rethink the non-fatal fighting."You do not hav... to end up like your compatriots," Graydon stated. "Lay down your weapons and back away."The attackers spread out trying to encircle Graydon's position, but he kept moving back and forth to confuse them. Graydon heard the approach of more men and snuck a glance in time to see city guard enter the courtyard. Right behind the guard he saw. " She'll kill us?" I blinked at that."What? No! It's just an expression," Jimmy told me. He moved both a little quicker and somewhat slower, like he couldn't make up his mind. "Forget it." Why are you wearing girl shorts under your pants?" I wondered, happy to learn his mom wasn't really a killer at all. I didn't know why anyone would ever say that, even jokingly, but this place seemed so weird anyway."What? These? They're not girl shorts, these are briefs," he explained, pulling his pants. " She paused and then said with a dreamy smile. "It makes me wet. It makes me happy. It makes me feel alive." Then her face lost all expression and her voice went totally flat as she continued, "But like any other drug, there are side effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more pain to take me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to. About halfway through the hour Deborah again glanced at David, who was still without his student. She gave him a sheepish shrug but then she looked up and was momentarily dumbstruck. David's student partner had just walked in and Deborah couldn't help but admit, the sixteen year old was possibly the sexiest man she'd ever seen. He wore a tight dryfit shirt that stuck to his chest that was dripping with seat. You could the lines of his well toned body even through his shirt. He looked around the.