"Luke finally got a word in edgewise. "Jennette, you warned me, but I didn't take you seriously. Now, this, this, hussy has gone and made me grow awoo...y. I'd appreciate it if you could pry her off my lap. Then I'm afraid I'll need a couple of minutes to recover before we can be on our way."C.J. got up from his lap laughing. "Touché! You beat me at my own game." She stuck out her hand and said, "Pleased to meetcha, Luke. My name's Cherry, but don't you believe it for a minute. Not since I was. ”Dave picked up Dom’s gun. He hefted the gun to get a feel for it, slid the safety off, and fired a shot into the ground between Dom’s feet. The retort was loud and Dom jumped.“Shit!”Dave said in a swearing tone, “Crap, I missed. I guess I should have aimed a little higher. I wanted to blow that small dick off of you or hit your feet. They tell me that some foot injuries, especially gunshots, never really heal. The person shot in a foot limps badly for the rest of their life. Of course, if I. "T'Pol sold me off as a guinea pig for your neuropressure training." Exactly," Hoshi said crawling up from under the desk. "But don't pretend you aren't eager to try out the hot bath and the sauna. Your dad told me that you checked on the building process every single day." Busted," Trip admitted."And now get out," Hoshi ordered with a smile, pointing at the door. "I need about an hour to clean up the mess you've made of this console, so get out and pretend to be useful." Aye ma'am," he. “Now get up, and let's play!” Riley didn't baby me. He didn't jump in front of me to get the ball or make me feel bad if I messed up. In fact, he never stopped smiling. I got a high five every time we scored a point (even if I didn't contribute) and a huge, crushing bear hug after the games we won. Jon made sure I was welcome among his friends, but Riley made sure I felt welcomed.When all of the rounds were done everyone was sweaty and good natured. Riley and I finished in third place, a fact.