..”Clint let her up. She threw her arms around the neck of her beloved and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Their tongues battled for supremacy. I... was a draw. Clint’s hand drew up her back, caressing the supple strength of her muscles. They renewed their kissing for a while and naturally tapered off.“I missed you,” she admitted, flirting with him. “Where did you go?”“Well, that’s complicated. Let’s get off this hard floor, sit on the sofa, and I’ll tell you everything. It’s sort of like a. ”Dave shot back, “Nah, pit bulls are fine animals, loyal and sweet. At least compared to this guy. Whadda graceless lout.”“Put up or shut up, guys,” I said after we finished laughing.Jasmine rubbed her fingernails on her blouse, blowing on them and polishing them, while Dave just sat there humming something by Sibelius. Might have been from the last movement of the 3rd Symphony, or perhaps it was from the 5th—with his tone-deafness it was always hard to place—but it was always Sibelius and. "When we get home," she said.She drove up to her house, and it turned out she lived just a few blocks from me. It was a nice house, and she pulled into the driveway and we got out. She unlocked the front door and we entered. We went to the kitchen and she offered me a drink. I took a soda, and she led me to her den."OK, so what can I help you with?" I asked."I've heard something about you," she said, giving me a predatory look. "I've heard that you really know how to please a woman, and that. Keith wondered if this would be a useful characteristic or just an unimportant side issue. Oh, well, they would find out when they shot their first Comanche with one. The main advantage of salvaging the arrow shafts was that they were already fletched, so they didn't have to worry about gluing feathers onto the shafts, themselves.Keith worked on converting the first arrow to a bolt that evening when they stopped for the night. It went so well that he and Sam had used up all of their spare.