"My face was getting saturated by the fluid she was discharging. She put her hands behind my head and held me to her firmly and then started to wail, ...Coming....coming...oh God...oh God...no...no...I don't want...aaaah...ohwaaaa."She was moving frantically and her juice was pouring out of her. She seemed to reach a peak and then slowed down saying, "Thank you...thank you...wonderful darling...wonderful..." She moved away from me and looked down at me."Was that all right, darling, you didn't. It was oddly comforting, considering how many times similar fingers had been locked around her throat. Tiff leaned into him ever so slightly and let the Ensnarement hold her tightly.“We’re all bigots in some way. The trick is to recognize it in yourself, then decide to consciously reject it. It’s not evolution and it’s not magic. It’s a daily, continual effort. And we still fail. Every damn day.” He kissed the top of her head.Tiff blushed and nodded. “R-Right.” She scowled. “You’re only four. Good morning, Kimmy. Would you like some toast with your bacon and eggs?"Kimbo's voice was a bit rough after singing so much last night, "Just one piece please, Twat. Pop, my throat feels rough." Hot honey sweetened tea is what my mum used to use. I'll boil the jug." Ta, Pop. Oh, hello, I didn't realise we had a guest. I better make myself presentable, back in a second." Tell the others, Kimbo."Veronica asked, "Who was that?" That's my girl, Kim."Veronica kept the thought to herself, that's his. Cat was on the mound, achieving another of her many strikeout records as a pitcher. Doug was a sheriff's deputy back then and he used his badge to get into the players' recreation area of the stadium after the game and meet Cat.A few sparks of conversation followed by an invitation to dinner made them an item. Doug had been startled that things had gone so well at such speed. He often felt like he and Cat were such different people that they could never find common ground. She loved sports and.