I had to stop her. I shot my hands up to grab her wrist.She dodged and struck my head from the side.My proxy’s head shattered. I had a brief glimpse...of white stone flying away from me, chucks that held the carved features of my face. Then my soul flung out in a shock of pain, shooting back to my body and... I didn’t slam into my body. I found something else. Something that felt so empty, just aching to be filled. A proxy that wasn’t a proxy. It had never been inhabited by me. I had never formed. Anyway last week I found I had to go to Flagstaff on business and I made reservations for my husband and me to go. We are in the trucking business and this was a great chance to expand. Well wouldn’t you know it at the last minuet we had some trouble with some drivers and my husband said he was sorry he just couldn’t go and that I would have to do all the negotiations. I was pretty upset because this was important to us. I really didn’t want to go alone. My husband said why don’t you ask Lucyee. I put the M-16 by the door and got the coffee going. I had just sat down in the chair when I saw a bright yellow Jeep pull up in front of the house. That thing looked like the one I had rented from the airport, and it was. It was filled with suitcases and two little girls that I had missed since I had left Florida. Mark had come and he was two weeks early. Good that meant I could get him settled in the next week, and give up my position and go back to being a man of leisure. Now I was really. ”Everyone in the room could now see the delicately tattooed butterfly on Gemma’s left butt cheek but just before she could pull her panties and skirt up again one young guy near the front had jumped up and kissed that butterfly in no time at all. He managed to quickly pull the girl’s skirt and panties all the way to the floor then grabbed her bare thighs to steady himself and planted one big loud smack of a kiss onto that tattoo. As he jumped back to his seat Gemma spun back around and thrust.