He was now thirteen and almost as tall as Gray Eagle himself. He moved with the confidence and grace of a cat. He had spent the last month learning to...fight. With fists, knives, clubs or just about anything that could be found. Gray Eagle was a great fighter, and he taught Tom everything that he knew. Tom had done badly at first, but soon found out that it was more a matter of response. The more that he tried to think about it, the slower he moved. He had to learn to rely on his reactions to be. " Oh. Well I could never have lifted that." That's Ok, I'll take it out to your car and load it for you, but how are you going to unload it when you get home?" Good question Jason, but an even better question is; will it even fit into my car."She paid the cashier and I wheeled the cart out to her car, a BMW 'I' series. It was painfully obvious that it wasn't going to fit inside her car. "Now what?" I said."God I don't know. Can the store deliver it? I would be happy to pay extra for delivery.". ‘Hmmm.’ He mumbled, one eyebrow raised, he was sizing me up. Uncomfortably, I shifted in my chair. This was the first time we had met since my exodus. Face to face was different than a quick e-mailing, more challenging and dangerous than a brief occasional phone conversation. This was real. Time had waged its war, each of us sporting its scars and spoils. Words that once carelessly flowed were now cautious and guarded. Innuendos perhaps lost in translation. ‘I’ve missed you.’ He said softly,. She wanted to feel this way forever,in Sam's embrace.Upon hearing Samantha say, "Good girl," Kitty melted once again. She feltthe weight on top of her shift along with the opening of and rummagingaround in a drawer. Her eyes sparked as Mistress Samantha brought out apretty pink collar."This," she said, slipping the collar around her new lover, "symbolizesthat you're mine, Kitty."Kitty's heart burst with joy as she squealed excitedly and tried to kissher Mistress desperately."Not so fast," came.