"We all bleed." Says Gunga. "What were you expecting?" His eyes have a twinkle in them that tells me he is laughing at me behind that calm facade."I k...ow, but with my sword's power. The wound get cauterized before it can bleed." I seem to have forgotten. I am not carrying a power sword. "I never have to deal with the clean up, at least on this scale." At least now we match" Gwen takes pity on me. She too has been covered in blood for the past 20 minutes."A small comfort, my lady." I give her a. Just in front were a young family, Dad and the boy sitting in front of Mum and the daughter, probably around nine years old immediately behind, the latter sprawled in the aisle seat. I couldn’t help but notice that her thin pink jogging pull-ups had ridden up and her vaginal slit was clearly delineated. Clearly both she and her mother were blissfully unaware! The mother gazing out at the admittedly pleasant spring bedecked passing countryside. I was mildly amused but thought no more about it. You've got it goin' on!" I said, trying to play it off cool. That question put me into a really weird spot."You're such a sweetie. Okay, I think I have enough stuff here. I'm going to try on these shirts. Want to be a bad boy and sneak into one of the stalls with me?" Are we allowed to do that? I don't know..." Come on!" She pulled me along. She got herself a stall, and while she was talking to the chick at the counter, I sneaked into her stall. She then walked in after me. When she closed the. Not because of her father, but because of who she has made of herself. That is the only way she can protect Ko, and everyone else she holds closest.(This story takes place somewhere in the vicinity of a hundred thousand years BC. The tribes of characters involved are very much fully-evolved and intelligent humans, but the world they live in and the level to which their society has progressed is far behind our own. They use tools, have language, traditions and established cultural ideas. Yet.