"Taking permission for granted, the girl laid her head on Pops' broad, strong shoulder. One of her long, pigtailed braids fell across his chest. She s...ooted around and brought her legs up in a semi-fetal position. She felt the big chair move as her grandfather laid it back into a partially-reclining mode.When Katie had scooted around, Pops suddenly found himself facing an unexpectedly intimate dilemma. The hand he'd had on her knee had slipped above her sock and was now resting on the bare. Vennoa did a quick scan and found around ten kobolds, excluding the two in the air. This time, she didn’t see any armored kobold or goblin leading them.Something was different about this fight compared to the other ones. For one, the kobolds were noisy. They constantly chattered at each other in a harsh-sounding language, and Vennoa could somehow almost understand what they were saying. Perhaps it was their body language and gestures, but it was clear to her that they were discussing tactics to. As we broke apart, I opened my eyes to see something changed in her, and she turned away quickly. “What’s wrong? What did I do?” “Nothing, it’s not you.” “Then what is it?” I pulled her back around, staring into those blue pools framed by her dirty blonde streaks of hair that fell into her eyes. “I don’t know, I just can’t remember feeling like this before. It scares me, you scare me. Not like that, not in a bad way, but…” “But what? Tell me.” “But, it’s like I want to let go, of the hurt and. . At least, she amended, not for a long, long time... Gently she ran the tips of her fingernails down Jock's lean muscular flank and across his sinewy buttocks, marveling at how hard they were, inhaling his good clean male scent. She should have guessed that morning that those pimples were just make-up... a man with a superbly conditioned body like Jock's wouldn't have pimples like that... but she had been so groggy and confused. Even so, pimples and all, he had opened a gate to a whole unknown.