"What the hell do you think you're doing out there?" blurted Dr. Kilgore. "I don't like this fighting bullshit." Sir," pleaded Jordan. I rolled my eye.... "This prick over here--" he paused because of Dr. Kilgore's face. "--excuse me. But...this guy was harassing Malik. He came by and slapped his...butt and called him a fag." He kinda smiled a bit when he said 'butt'. Probably because he was so eager to get in my jeans."Is this true?" said the man, looking to me."Well...yeah, but...I don't. " Yeah, I'm still a fledgling at all of this," I admitted once again.Rubbing my right side, trying to drive away the last of the dull ache the pain had become, I added, "I wonder if they've started another transplant?" That's the impression I'm getting," commented Stacey. "I got a similar feeling when they opened me up so they could put yours in me."First I felt a sharp pain. Then it rapidly shifted to a dull pain as it faded. Just like what you said just happened to you."With that admission. Gawd, Mike!” Zupena cried as she looked off to the right.“You don’t have to say any more, 3-Z,” I said as I pulled her back in tight to my chest and kissed her still turned cheek. I then hoped to put her more at ease by saying, “I’ll know later today or early in the week, if I can go and spend the night in Guelph ... hopefully with you.”“I would like that. Even if no get together, I like seeing you out at games and going to eat. I also like being with your other girlfriends. They ... I still no. I needed to be out in what little moonlight there was, where I could see who was coming at me and how best to defend myself. Rolling over as I hit the ground, I literarily jumped onto my feet and stared back at the gloom of the veranda.“Who the fuck’s there?” I demanded, feeling a lot safer once that they couldn’t creep-up on me anymoreThe reply I got was a tiny voice that giggled and then said, “It’s me.” from the darkness.Not that I actually recognised the voice. But it weren’t in no island.