”Hannah nodded, “Absolutely. For defense, are you thinking locks and throws?”“And kicks and knees below the waist - groin, knees, ankles. Plus...some basic escapes and blocks.”“What about open-handed jabs to the throat?”I nodded, “The open-palm thrust into the hyoid with three fingers is pretty effective to convince someone they’ve chosen poorly.”“Well, ‘Indiana’, that is our goal here. We don’t want anyone permanently injured.”“Though I wouldn’t mind if the miscreants were unable to contribute. Almost immediately my little friend was at attention as if it knew we were about to start our exploration of our new found feelings. Looking around my room I started looking for something that I could use to simulate Jason being with me. I found lots of things that could potentially be a match like a small coke bottle which I deemed too big, an aftershave bottle that was small but shaped weird. A travel sized shampoo bottle and finally a hair brush with an oval shaped handle. I started. Susan took another satisfying deep drag and exhaled slowly, saying,"Well, I'm your slag now, Granddad and I smoke, and," she said somewhatpointedly with a wicked, little smile, "I've been well and trulyfucked, so that's why I'm smoking!"Susan's Grandfather patted her pretty knee and said, "The way you looktonight, you should get yourself to bed soon, because if you're stillup when the lads get back you might just find yourself getting fuckedsome more, and I bet that tight, little fuck-hole of. Mrs. Jenks answered the door. " Hi Mrs. Jenks, Can Marty come with me to John's and grab a burger?" Sure John, Come inside while I get Marty." I stepped into the living room. Marty came in a few moments later."Marty, do you have enough money?"Marty checked his wallet. "Yes Ma'am I've got enough."He gave Mrs. Jenks a quick hug and we left. We were no sooner out of the driveway when he began asking about the fight. I gave him a run down while we drove. He couldn't believe that I had been.