He thought about it now. His gut instinct was that it was clearly wrong. It bordered on rape. On the other hand, she might die unless he got her blood...flowing. The shock could kill her otherwise. And while the theory of it all was something to be argued, the results - if it worked - were clearly what she needed right now.Doc looked around to make sure he hadn't missed closing off all the ways people could see into his surgery. When he was satisfied he was alone, and that there were no. He commanded an intimidating presence and when he began to discuss this with them, I could almost swear they were looking forward to taking the war to them. His ability to dissect the problems, and think of ways to cause the destruction of my enemies, was worth all the money I paid them, and then some. I gained valuable insight into what war might be like, at least from a planning point of view.The plan was simple, but it needed funding, the cover of darkness, time, and the cooperation of the. What, uh, what're you thinking?" Abby breathes out a sigh of relief, rising up to her feet so she can address her stepmother at something closer to eye level- though since she's a fair bit taller than the older woman, that doesn't quite end up working out the way she wants it to. Still, Bridget doesn't let that get to her, tilting her head up to survey her stepdaughter with a warm, encouraging smile."Well! You need the full experience to be able to write about it, right?" She waits for a. He puts on his pajamas then remembers he had not given Cathy her customary good night hug. When he returns to the den the TV is off and Cathy is nowhere to be found. He can hear her stomping around upstairs. He feels certain she is upset about the absence of the good night hug. He slowly makes his way up to her room. He can see her pouting and roughly jerking the covers back on her bed. He raps lightly on her door. When she looks up he mouths, “I’m sorry.” She smiles and motions him into her.