Why?" she probed."Mm," I stalled, exaggerating a shrug. I glanced at her face again to find an amused gleam in her eyes."When I called you a slut, I t...ought your face was going to fall off." She laughed softly for a moment, as if delighted by the memory. "I'm sorry. I really didn't expect your reaction." I've come to terms with it, don't worry. In fact, I kinda like it, even if it's not really true." Liar!" she said with a soft chuckle"I can talk, listen pretty good, whatever. Women like me,. She even dropped her hands to her sides. I said, agreeably, “Okay. Let’s go home.”—then, taking a firm grip on her arm yanked her out onto the sidewalk and began dragging her down the street. In seconds she and her panties were completely soaked, her hair plastered to her head. She screamed, “NO! What are you doing? Stop! Jonathan, please stop!” All the while looking wildly around in case someone could see her in her state of near-nakedness. As she struggled to free herself I stopped her and. I hollered to stop what they were doing and put their hands up.All four were quick to grab their weapons and drop to the ground with their weapons at the ready. The one who had been pulling something yelled for us to put our hands up and come forward slowly before we got hurt, he added that they had us covered.About that time Ken-Gi waved from the trees to their side holding an M4. I guessed that they had someone hiding in an over watch and Ken-Gi took care of them. Whoever it was in over watch. Over age fourty - almost thirty years ago - I stopped to protect, as likely offspring with so much younger partners, schoolgirls mostly, some first year students - is daughters, which I love and amore to educate emotionally, as much as I hate to have sons. I live in the first block of four-story brownstones with back-gardens, close to the corner of the first side-street, named, like all streets in my neighbourhood, after famous Dutch sailors and explorers, Bontekoe. At the other end of my.