The damage seemed comparable to what had happened yesterday with that Rug Monster, except this one seemed to take a little longer to die. That could b... chance or it could be a function of the fragmentation. Further experimentation was necessary for us to know for sure.We didn't encounter any more monsters until after lunch, which was more of the more likeable C-rations heated in the can over Sterno. This time, we even had canned peaches for dessert. We must be doing something right for our. I just thought it would hurt real bad, like a migraine or something. You know how Sister Claudia gets migraines and can’t do anything except lie down? That’s what I hoped would happen when I reached into his brain. I hoped it would hurt so much he’d stop doing what he was doing. But since he had the gun, I had to do something fast.”“So it takes time to do things like hugging and calming?”“Not exactly, but kind of,” I said.“That’s not very helpful, Bobby,” she said.“It’s easy to hug somebody.. I place my fingers between yours and smile to myself. Making my way into the living room and sitting on the sofa you follow me through and sit on my lap with your legs wrapped around me. Cradling your face I bring you closer and instead of kissing me, like I expected, you open your mouth and stroke your tongue over my lips before pulling back a fraction to look at me. Staring into your blue eyes leaves me weak at the knees and powerless. Raising my hands and placing them onto the upper parts. Her phone on the sofa beeping its call, Rodney having been taught from a youth never to leave a ringing phone passing her blessed machine. She took it, then lay back. Rodney being a randy lad began once, more, as she put her phone to her ear, it was the chess champion, the conversation had a lot of “yes but you said”, and “ but I thought it might turn you on dear” and “you did say and I can hardly put him off now can I , he was just about to mount me as you rang,” she tapped young Rodney on the.