Occasionally, I pluck names out of my memory as likely for a particular character and later realize they are the same or very similar to the names of ...eople I knew at one time or another, even though the character bears no resemblence to the actual person. So, changing the names serves two purposes. First, to protect the innocent. Second, to pull the SOL version more closely in line with the fully rewritten release version on Kindle. Thank you, Denny Wheeler, for volunteering to do one more. You are still making mistakes, but not fatal ones. You will get there, just keep training,” Korsa told her student. “That is all for today. My hands are weapons...”“Yet I do not oppress.”“My strength is vast...” Korsa continued.“Yet I do not dominate,” Aesha replied.“My knowledge is great...”“Yet I do not manipulate.”“Honor yourself and honor those around you, for honor is life,” both women finished, reciting the creed of Kha’varen.“I’ve taken notice that you’ve been pushing yourself a little. This time, I didn't resist.There's something about that posture that emphasises the width and shape of a woman's hips, particularly in relation to her waist, and which, perhaps, emphasises nature's intention for her gender. Whatever, I find it very rousing.She was hot and wet and pushed back on me as I entered her. Her pussy gripped me in a silken clasp, somehow tighter as I drew back, as if it, or she, was reluctant to let me go.Much as I hated for it to be over, I came very quickly. She felt. I walked down the hall to her room.She hadn't closed the door. Inside, she'd peeled off her sweat-soaked leotard and pulled on a pair of shorts. She was sitting on her bed in the shorts and a black sports bra staring into space."You okay?"She blinked. "I guess. It just hurt." I know," I said and sat down beside her. "I wish I could make it better."Traci hugged me. "My big brother. He'd fix everything if he could."I kissed her forehead."I wish ... Sometimes I wish..." Yes?" I prompted."I wish.