I ached everywhere and I needed a shower, and I was pretty sure I had the start of a black eye, which wasn't anything particularly new. There was a co...motion of noise and chaos storming from one of the back rooms, but for the moment the living room was blessedly empty, and I wasn't about to go running off to investigate. It didn't sound like any of the boys were dead or dying, yet, so as far as I was concerned all was well and 'under control'.I tossed my keys, along with my wallet and phone,. “When did this happen?”“Well I don’t know the exact date, but I’m pretty sure he’s been gay for a while”“Shut up, you know what I mean”“He asked me right before I texted you”“Where?”“I was watching TV and he just came up to me and asked. I felt bad because I didn’t know he was asking me out at first. I thought he was asking me to join a group or something”“Wow, so where are you going? When?”“He’s taking me to Applebee’s at seven.”“Awesome, so is he in the closet or something?”“No, he said he. ” Pothos rested his forearms on the table and leaned forward so they alone would hear his low-spoken words. “What if he’s too young now? How much time do we have? I mean,” Pothos fumbled for the words, “don’t they have to…to…you know…culminate…each other…the mating? Er…Sex?” Kahlia blushed but couldn’t help ribbing him. “For someone so fond of the stuff, it sure does make you nervous.” Philon was in no mood to laugh, this talk of his sister’s potential demise having put more than a damper on. “There you are!” I said in the friendliest, most familiar voice I could muster. “I bought lunch!”I put my arm around her and urged her away from what I was sure was grave danger. She was light enough that I could easily move her along with me, but she began to protest.“Shh,” I hissed. “I’m a friend. I won’t hurt you. Please trust me.”“But...”“Hey!” came a loud, angry voice from behind me. “Who do you think you are?!”I felt a hand on my right shoulder. I dropped my lunch, released the young.