. something being lowered out of the gloom. Something that created another deeper contrast. Or a deeper conflict actually. What came out of the blac...ness was at complete odds with the surroundings it was being lowered into. The hyper luxurious modern surroundings and minimalist marbled brightness of the entrance foyer of the house was being added to. Added to in stark, jaw dropping way. A way that defied belief.Lowering down out of the hatch was a shiny black, smooth shape. Completely still.. ”“Defending a lady’s honor? How chivalrous! And the other time?”“A lowlife thug threatened me on the street with a knife. I encouraged him to drop the knife and in the process of encouraging him, he broke his own wrist.”“How?”I grinned, “I put him in a wrist lock and applied pressure. He chose to try to fight.”“A bad choice. I take it you’re a high-level black belt?”“6th Dan,” I replied. “My Japanese title is Kyōshi, which means ‘Senior Instructor’.”“That’s impressive. You’re pretty young,. " You need to try being a little louder, sweetie," I tell her.Probably pointless me saying this. Petra is one of those kinda meek individuals you sometimes meet. She's clever and stuff, no doubt about that, but she's a bit short on self-confidence. Just the way she is. Perhaps it's because she's not pretty.We chat for a while about nothing much, which is fine by me, I'm not in the mood for deep conversation, but before long Petra starts droning on again about her non-existent love life. Yawn.. Wynter said, "Lowry, you're looking good. It's so funny that we both are such gingers. It's fun, really." I could just agree not yet letting her in on the family secret. We arrived at the house about two o'clock. Mom wasn't supposed to be home until after six. We always ate dinner late because of her schedule. That left plenty of time to get reacquainted with Wynter. I mean that in the best of ways if you get my drift.I took her upstairs to her room. Mom's master bedroom was on the ground floor.