Atal got up, and stepped to him. He told the guy to just leave, that Antonio wasn’t here, and this was our place. He could have been nicer, I gues..., but he was defending our perfect spot! It was over in a flash.The flash was the man’s fist punching Atal in the stomach, doubling him over, knocking the wind out of him. Atal went down, and the man raised his fist to punch him again. I ran to Atal, crying out for him to stop, that we weren't hurting anyone. He kicked at Atal, hitting Atal in. Thatassumes, of course, there are innocent to protect.***Dear Sir,My name is Roger.I don't imagine that single name means anything to you. At the sametime, I'm afraid that's all I can safely tell you. Even then, justtelling you my first name puts you into a slightly higher risk categorythan most other folks who know nothing about me. If I were to even hintat my last name, then you just might just find yourself you one momentand someone or something else the next that you only thought had. Do we have any steak sauce?"I pointed to the cupboard. He continued "Joy wants me to be married tothe perfect woman, and I figured she was trying to turn you into thatperfect woman."I could feel myself beginning to tear up. "God, you must hate me at thispoint. I don't blame you - I was just trying - it was supposed to be -I'm so - and now I'll never - Fuck!"Andrew stopped cooking. "What are you supposed to do besides thisdinner?" I'd rather not say. " Whatever. You don't have to-" he said.. My fingers slowly sliding under her waistband. I couldn’t help but notice she was wearing nothing underneath her shorts. As my hand continued to wander, the bulge in my pants started to stir.I looked down at her to see her eyes closed, breathing quietly. Must be passed out again… I slowly moved my hand under the band of her shorts further, trying to keep all my movements very subtle. Slowly moving my fingers closer to pelvic bone, then onward until I could start to feel some pubic hair..