I held her that entire first night, stroking her wig, until she had cried herself dry and fell asleep in my arms. My cats surrounded us and Teacup sto...d vigil over the scene from the nightstand; Those bright yellow eyes like a lighthouse in the darkest night over the ocean of our sorrows. My first true friend slept soundly through the rest of the night and most of the following day, which was gloomy and rainy as per usual where we lived. By the time I had awoken, it was well past 5 o' clock in. Terri was a bit shorter than the person we were fighting, but it didn’t matter to her. “You fucking bastard, that’s not fucking fair!” she shouted, throwing a right hook to his face. However, he was too quick for that. He seemed to move in a blur as he simultaneously parried the attack and threw his own fist to her cheek. My eyebrows twitched as Terri fell back, almost fully to the ground exposing the red crotch of her panties. Immediately his speedy hand was there ripping at the crotch. He held up his left hand in the classic Star Trek 'live long and prosper' pose. There was a huge web between middle finger and his ring finger. He separated his fingers for me. A web was between each one."Neat-o," I said, sounding completely like a dork."Makes rings on this hand impossible." He put together the forefinger and thumb of his right hand and slid them over his left ring finger until they bumped into the web. He bobbed it up and down quickly a few times to show how a ring wouldn't be. This time the dancing is far more baudie then the last time. There is very little room to spread out so we are all expected to be very close to our partners and anyone else that is with in a foot of you.I get to dance closer to Nimrod for our waltz and I do hesitate to call it that. If it was any place but the compound we would have been arrested of public displays of affection. It is like I am poured into place with Nimrod. and spun around with no control where we are going other than the.