”George placed his pillow upright, against the headboard, and climbed into the bed beside Isolde. He pulled the sheet up to his waist, and turned to...ards her. She turned toward him, and reaching her right arm around his neck, kissed him softly. “I love you, George. I really do.” “I love you, too, “ George said, “you know that I do. I know it sounds silly, and maybe it is just because it’s the middle of the night and I am still half-asleep; or maybe it’s because I have had too much wine, but. Computer RPG physics, no point in being surprised, DaBigBoom thought."You." She beckoned to DaBigBoom. "Time to equip you. The high HP gear I think." There was a gleam in Pihanga's eye DaBigBoom didn't like at all.She threw him a flak jacket that looked more suited to a cop game. DaBigBoom had no idea what it was doing in a fantasy RPG, but it was armour and DaBigBoom would take any kind of protection. He put it on.It also wasn't the only jacket as Pihanga passed him a second and then a third. " His reply put me one step away from where I wanted this to go. "Do you ever write about being taken advantage of my leasing agents inside an apartment she's showing?" His reply was non-verbal. He walked over towards me and kissed me slowly. One hand on my waist, the other slowly massaging my hair. We began kissing more passionately, and my breathing was starting to become way out of control. We both started to become sweaty, as the air conditioning struggled to keep up with the summer heat.. I noticed myself becoming more protective of her. For a while, I had the crawling suspicion that it was possessiveness, jealousy that sought to enclose her as she tried so desperately to break free. I told her as much and she laughed in my face, told me that I shouldn’t be so absurd and that the very reason why she would always come back to be was precisely because we didn’t need each other. I understood what she meant, but then there seemed very little else apart from oxygen that I did need..