African-Americans have taken these values to heart and become a force to reckon with socially, politically and demographically. Black Canadians are a...whole different breed. These losers seemingly have no dreams. No inner fire. No sense of pride. They are simply dull. They resent us African-Americans for being strong, loud and outspoken. African-Americans don’t fear White men and White women. We know we’re just as good as they are. If not better. We fear no one. In fact, quite often they fear. If Nalu do die out, we need a larger group of humans to practice plasm-shaping." Plasm-shaping. I like that, Poli, thanks for making up a word."We talked about the concept of a Nalu House, but got diverted when we went into enhancements. Gensoniraet turned out to be something of an expert on those, and was willing to talk, if only in Nalu."We normally focus on mental enhancements. I see you've done some, but if you'd like, I will check them." Yes, please!" I interrupted."But more physical. Second is applying the requisite amount of impact force on those knock out spots. Didn't you read Miyamoto Musashi?" Who?" Mary asked."Book of Five Rings?" I asked. Three shaking heads—or my vision was doing the shaking. "No wonder Confed Marines re-invented the short sword. Musashi was a 17th Century swordsman—Japan's premier swordsman. He preached the formless form. Getting inside the others' minds and acting before they do. John Boyd reinvented that in the 20th Century--" Is he always like. He pushed in a bit farther. She closed her eyes, experiencing a whole new feeling of fullness in a whole new place. It was both fabulous and forbidden at the same time!Jack pulled back, allowing some more of the oil to seep in. Then he pushed in a little more. A little deeper. He pulled back, then deeper in. Within minutes, he was all the way inside her, moving back and forth with a slow, slippery glide that sent both their heads spinning.Jen’s oil-covered fingers were grinding against her.