She was getting tired of being a wrecking ball / punching bag but she didn't trust her own abilities enough to try and use them against him.The object...of the exercise was immobilizing your opponent without causing lasting damage. Jess took that to mean don't hurt Cole while Cole took it as don't kill Jess. She had managed to keep from being pinned down but was taking a pretty serious beating along the way.Cole seemed to be enjoying himself, which worried Jess. She thought he could at least look. Even if it wasn’t what he’d asked, it would at least have shown him she was trying to please him. But it was too late. She’d done ten lines. And all in the same colour. But it was blue. He liked blue.She turned the light on when she went into the kitchen and was relieved to see the silhouette had disappeared from the opposite window. One sandwich and two cups of coffee later, she found herself half-watching the television and half-eyeing her phone, waiting for his response. She looked up his. We walked though the door and I closed it behind us. “Well,” I said as I put my bag down and looked at my pants, “we should probably get washed up.” Emily nodded and we headed upstairs to the washroom. I walked though the door and Emily stood in the hallway. “What are you doing?” I asked.“Uhm,” she responded, confused. “Waiting for you? Go ahead, you’re worse off.” She pointed to my crotch.I laughed and grabbed her hand. “Don’t be silly, let’s go.” I pulled her into the washroom and. He was back at one hundred percent, able to live a normal life again, and he intended to make the most of it. He checked out of the hospital, moving in with Kaisha. They spent what free time her job afforded her exploring her collection of human media and making love. Most of it was newer to him than it was to her. Almost all of her music, movies, and books pre-dated his birth, often by centuries. He enjoyed sitting on her furry lap, her arms wrapped around him as they watched her vintage.