I didn't have my armor. I didn't have my second weapon. I grit my teeth, flowing through the forms with my ax, my feet moving over the rubble strewn f...oor. I snarled, swinging the weapon before me, driving her back and giving Sven the room to get the vulnerable women clear of the fight.A wall exploded. The hallway shook. The handler stumbled, her red hair swaying about her cruel face. I swung my ax hard at her. She leaped back, landing in a lithe crouch. My ax slammed into the polished wood of. All I can see is a message from my friend Jenni. She's wondering how it's going. My date leans back in her chair, dinner plate empty, drink almost gone, she's not smiling, seems bored.This may be the last time I ask Jenni to set me up, at least blindly. I may have to prescreen her choices. This hasn't been bad, but it hasn't been great. I've got several options here: I could really ruin it by diving into the good stuff, or naughty stuff. I could play it cool, stay classy and just pay,. .something, and I saw...the way the street curves...I could see...I watched you...until I just had to do something." Her face turned even brighter red."You can see into my house from here?" I asked puzzled. She stood up and beckoned me to follow her. We walked into her bedroom, and she gestured to the big bay window overlooking her front yard. I stood in front of the window and saw that with the way the street curved her bedroom window had a straight line of sight into my front door. I realized. And it scares me. It excited me as well, but more than that, it frightens me and makes me worry about where things will be in a month, or two months, or six months. They’ve been together less than two months, and they already look so close, the way they look at each other.”Hannah looked sympathetically at me. “Honey, it’s like I said earlier, what did you expect? From what Claire’s told me, she loves you dearly, but you’ve been letting her sleep with another guy, and the same guy, two or three.