He gave a brief thought as to whether he would ever see the buxom hostess again — not her, of course, but her corseted chest. It had been the best f...ght in many a cycle and he had missed it.Shasa kept him busy. She constantly surprised him with her "variations on a theme," as she put it. She had connected the gymnastics of Doyan's fighting techniques to sex positions. She had him standing, squatting, sitting, bending over and back, and otherwise contorting. He enjoyed every minute of her. So I started to avoid them & try to make it home before I could pee in the toilet. I didn't live far but there were some instances where I would dribble some into my panties as I was walking home... so close yet so far...Anyways, I developed a liking for what it felt like, having a over full bladder and teetering on the edge of losing it. It was almost exciting to know that I was in danger of having a humiliating accident but still in control, the anticipation of the toilet and the relief it. A full moon. On Christmas eve. That has to be cool, right, Rebecca? Has to be a good sign. Come on." "Oh, okay. Here's my share of the bill. Let's go." He hadn't wanted her to pay for her part, but she was a strong minded woman. Anyway, he didn't mind. He liked strong women. Especially red heads. He chuckled to himself as they passed out of the glass door and into the cool, desert evening. Looking up they both saw the full moon. He slipped his hand into hers. She didn't object. As he held her. ..” I hissed.“What did you see?” Oliver whispered, his eyes wide. “You look like you’ve been face to face with a goddamn ghost.”Under my palm, I could feel the fluttering of my heart – pounding, pounding, pounding. I closed my eyes and tried to make sense of what I had seen. Slowly, I said: “He was in a war. A war as bad as the Great War – a war that had to be using Tripod technology. They were using gas and machine guns, maybe a heat ray...” I shook my head. “But it was against other humans. A.