They remained where they were, each loosely gripping a thigh. As we talked about one candidate piece, Mom's idle hand suddenly became less placid, her...fingers idly scratching the inside of my jeans. I don't think it was intentional. I think it just happened without thought as she concentrated on what she was thinking. But my response was deliberate. Tentatively, I let my index finger, the one farthest from her panties, move the tiniest bit and, when there was no response, a little more. Soon, I. McCoy's."Coffee?" Lloyd asked, pointing at a coffee pot and accessories sitting on a small table near a cluster of casual chairs and small couches."Sure," I agreed, walking towards the pot."Ben! Sam!" he called out. The other two men looked up, then back down briefly before getting up to come over to the coffee area. "Cooper, this is Dr. Benjamin Girardi and Dr. Samsi Nieminen. Ben, Sam, this is Cooper James." Mr. James," they both said. Dr. Nieminen with a slight accent."Please, call me. " And you believe it?" I asked in a questioning tone.Ashley still with attitude galore said, "Well look at you. 20 years ago, you would not be my coach." Well that is true. It is called civil rights." Ashley sighed. I lingered before I said, "Well I think you are scared of me because you fear the truth." What truth?" she asked curious but annoyed."That we are the better race and that you will submit to us," I said so matter-of-factly that it just seemed like common sense. Ashley began to get up. They're wicked, nasty and foes, capable of suddenly rising out of the ground and attacking without warning. Not quite Major League talent, but darned close. Three of them were going to be a handful for me. One of them alone would be enough to handle any normal human, even in murky daylight. I'd arrived in the very nick of time.I had one good spray left in my ionizer, but I wasn't going to need it for these guys. They're big and strong, but all offense with no defense game. No brains to speak of.