She wondered, briefly, why she remembered they were called grappling gloves.An examination of the gi suggested it was her size, rather than John's. An... the grappling gloves were partially pink. So she was the one who worked out down here.That explained that kick. It had been instinctive, and executed with the exact amount of force to knock him senseless without breaking either his jaw or his neck. It was the kind of kick she had apparently practiced hundreds of times, maybe thousands.As she. It was allwrong. He was so upset that he failed to notice the man sit at the nexttable over until he spoke directly to Kyle."Hey there, why so glum?" the man asked."What? Oh... uh, it's nothing," Kyle said."It must be something," the man said. "Otherwise you wouldn't becrying." I'm not crying," Kyle said, quickly dabbing a tear with a napkin. "I'mjust upset."The man smiled sympathetically and waited for Kyle to compose himself.Kyle thought he had a nice smile."Well, it couldn't be over a. We made room, and they moved over.One of them pulled out a plastic baggie of photographs he had just picked up from the PX. He started handing them to me, giving me plenty of time to look at, and enjoy them. In them was a VERY pretty Vietnamese girl. The first few were her and him in front of various sightseeing destinations. Soon they became of her only. Always with a smile on her very pretty face. Then they changed to pictures of her in various stages of dress and/or undress. Some, or most. But the Necrotwins is ... as a group, anyway, um, breaking up, I guess. Tia and Tara moved back in with Mac and Lisa, which is where we were, too, but we want to move out. It’s getting too crowded.”“Yeah,” Murielle agreed, sounding somewhat surly. “This morning I woke up with a skewer stuck in my rump!”“A skewer?” Alicia asked, raising her eyebrows.“Yeah! You know,” exclaimed the girl, “one of those long wooden things you put meat on for, uh, grilling? Tia thought that was ‘ooh, sooo.