"I-I couldn't stop it, she came out of nowhere," she vaguely heard the man Charles was dueling explaining desperately."You just better hope that no se...ious damage has been done, for your sake." Cynara recognized Finley's threatening voice, and smiled.Charles tore the sleeve on her shirt to asses the damage that had been done. "It looks like you're going to be fine, my artichoke, just a flesh wound," he said as he wrapped her torn sleeve around the wound to stay the blood."You're alive," she. In fact, he was sipping at his second cup of coffee within a half-hour period. Sipping and thinking, as he sat at his laboratory desk on the ground floor of the Harshman Research Foundation.He was intoxicated with his first truly genuine success in the act of sexual intercourse with a lustily responsive partner. And she was a beautiful, lusciously ripe girl, too.After years of frustration, he had made it good. Good? Hell, he had come on like Gangbusters, Batman, and Errol Flynn all rolled. I don’t have your training, but I guarantee you one of you will be hurt, at the very least. Plus, I have video cameras on us right this second. I had to have a state-of-the-art security system installed because I’m gone so much. My house has been broken into twice, people looking to steal paintings. Now how do you think it would look if you got into an altercation with a man just trying to enter his home? My livelihood rests in my hands. If I were to damage them, who would be on the hook for. Anyway, early on in my life I showed the signs of having gender issues.I always wanted to play with dolls and would beg my parents for them. Myfather would never get them for me. I guess that's where my resentmentfor my father started. I also always wanted to dress up as a girl ofsome kind for Halloween. I never got that either. My father would yellat me to "man up" and stop being such a "sissy". My mother would look atme sadly but she never went against him. So life went on until.