Tammy added that we all had unique skills that would prove to be vital in our success and safety for both us and any clients we were protecting. Dove ...ointed out that her driving skills were as good as or better than most professional limousine drivers and the fact that she could shoot just about any firearm made combined with the fighting skills she knew and what we were teaching each other as a group had already proven quite effective. Jen continued saying that her fighting skill was matched. ”“I’m fucking lucky I still remember how to spar. I almost ripped out your tendon. And your supposed to let go when someone taps out.”That really didn’t make sense to her—the wording of it—but she decided to save it for a later date. Instead, she turned her attention to her achilles. Deep indentations from his fingernails lined one side, the other a dark red from the knuckle of his thumb. This might just require vengeance, she thought with less resolve than expected. As she studied it, a hand. There were problems, of course. Would we wear all that well, over the long haul? Would Emmy, six months from now, or a year from now, come to me, embarrassed, and say something like, "Gee, Dave, sorry, but we both know this really isn't working out..."It could happen. People's lives get fucked up every day. Just because we are both totally gaa-gaa over each other at the moment doesn't guarantee that it'll hold up over the long haul. Love can be a fleeting thing.But, hey, maybe my say-so isn't. But what she was thinking was, ‘I am going to kill them all! I am tired of being hunted!’She pulled the covers off her bare legs and put one foot on the floor.“What are you going to do with me?” she asked, running a hand casually along her bare thigh.She watched them carefully, making her best bedroom eyes at them.“Oh, holy crap!” the man in the doorway said. He was ready to do her right now. Béla could feel his desire even through the static that the sun made in her mind.“Be careful, man,” his.