It made her shudder. She glanced at one of the mirrors in the waiting area. Her latest facelift had completely healed. It made her look twenty-nine ag...in; at least for a few more years. But it was the butch haircut that made people look at her strangely. Piss on them. The masculine look attracted the kind of young women that she wanted to attract. The vast amount of money she spent on surgery and body conditioning was well worth it in her own eyes. Sex was all that mattered to her. And, her. He also has a tattoo on his right forearm, 'Absent Companions, Never Forgotten!' I have seen him lift two men by their shirts straight up off the floor. They started a fight at the Vets Center, he ended it. He walked them out of the front door and tossed them on the street, and I mean tossed, one broke his arm the other looks like someone had hit him on the face with a shovel. They never caused a ruckus again. Usually he is a quiet person, not a bad poker player."The first thing that comes to. We both had watched and enjoyed soft porn on cable but that was the extent of it. So when I saw the XXX sign and suggested we stop, Barb was all for it.Walking in I remember Barb kept giggling like a school girl, which is something she does when she has had too much to drink. Truth be told I was just as drunk. When we walked in I noticed a skinny tattooed guy behind the counter giving Barb the eye. That night Barb had on a simple black dress that showed off her great legs. Form fitting it. I dropped to a stop and simply laughed. Dinah also stopped and asked, "What's wrong with you? I didn't know you would snap this easily. It once took me a week just to coax an emotion from Sarai."That's the way to do it. Laugh. It's okay. So who cares if your ancestors were traitors, they're not the ones fighting at the moment.One of these days, I'm going to ask you some questions and don't you dare change the topic again.Sure, but you do have to win this first. After all, dead people can't ask.