"Stiffies scare me." Harmony, dear," Miss Krystal interrupted, "be nice. Go ahead and tell Scott why you can't stand men." Krys-tal!" Harmony whined."...t's okay," Miss Krystal said. "Scott was abused. He'll understand. He won't think less of you."I won't repeat Harmony's horror story here. It was bad, but it isn't my story—it's Harmony's story. I can't imagine anything that bad happening to me. Harmony's story prompted my actions a couple of hours later.Harmony ended her tale as Miss Krystal. .” Her voice trailed off as he stood before her, his chest almost brushing against hers. Her breath caught in her throat as she held his gaze, afraid that if she looked away, it would cause her to glance down straight at his erection. Tony made a reach for her wrist, grabbing her hand and drawing it down towards his erection. Her fingertips closed around his shaft absentmindedly, barely even registering what her body was doing. “Tony...” She breathed out as her eyes immediately drew down. " Great, Frost" came a man's voice, "We've still got a ways to go though." I watched the man bend over upstream of where the Yaru had taken his drink. His armor retracted from his face and he dipped his hands in the stream to get a drink. That's when I hit him with the first rock.He reacted instantly, launching himself in my direction. I dropped the second rock and met him halfway in a flying tackle. I was sitting on his chest, trying to decide what to do next when the Yaru snarled and launched. Good to see you. I was hoping you’d come in.” Mr. Bowman turned away from Brady and inspected the bookshelf behind him, where he kept much of his personal inventory. He scratched his head, scanning the shelves. “Aha!” he exclaimed, grabbing an old, worn book with brown binding. He handed it to Brady. As Brady opened it and leafed through the pages, Mr. Bowman explained: “I got it last week at an estate sale. Old widow, her husband died years ago. Had some mid-19th century American first.