An acquaintance claimed he was keeping track of how many fights I was in during the school year, and he stopped counting at 100. I got into as many as...three fights a day, and not once did I lose. I made mistakes, slipped up and got injured a lot, but I never lost. In that year, I got more experience fighting than most professional fighters get in a lifetime.As I woke up my first time in this young body, after travelling back in time, I timed everything perfectly to put Dean in an arm-bar and. Her energy and her manner were captivating and we talked for some time as the party ebbed and flowed around us. The party seemed to lose its sparkle and Danni, short for Danielle, nudged my elbow and indicated the direction of the door with her head. Out the door meant out and onward to her apartment. Inside her place she whipped my tie off of my neck and led me to the bedroom where we quickly disrobed. Danni jumped onto the bed and waiting on her knees padded the spot next to her. I crawled. "For what?" Well, for everything. First of all, for the wonderful sketch you did, and also, for not getting flustered when the General opened the door after ... Well, it was obvious what he had been doing." And what are we going to be doing a few minutes from now?" she asked with a little giggle."Probably about the same thing," he laughed, hugging her tightly against him as they went on into their bedroom.After they had eaten and returned from the kitchen, Matt again sat on one of the couches. I mean, I guess it would be fair, Marybeth had taken me into her mouth. Wow, now I had something else to think about while I was missing her."Thanks, I'll, um, have to try that." I was about to leave, then our current predicament came to mind again."Say, you ever switch shifts or cover for someone or something where the place might be free all day?" Ah, smart. You avoid the parents monitoring the over night. I'm thinking that could be arranged. I could use the overtime. I'll let you know..