I leaned down and touched her lips to mine. She returned my kiss, and there was a renewed life there, a missing spark that ignited and flamed. I knew ... was still her man.“Well, obviously something more than a kiss occurred,” I said, hinting for her to continue. My imagination was in overdrive.She smiled slyly, having picked up on my hint. “Well, while we kissed I started running my hands over his body. It was still dark, but I could tell he was wearing a heavy fleece bath robe. As my hands. They some times held dance events,and also employed Mom as an instructor.Mom pointed into the gym room, "Now, I've set up an obstacle course forall of you so I can see what I have to work with. This is not a race,just run the course, so I can see your individual potential."I set off on my run through the course and felt quite light on my feet.Because of my disease before MORFS I had never done any sports. Well,except a little dancing, but even that had only been for a short timebefore I got too. ”“No, it’s too concentrated. There are many instances of police-strength mace stopping full-sized men’s hearts. Given these creatures small size, it will likely kill them. Meg somehow intuitively knew the perfect solution. That’s why I trust her judgment so much. She doubted herself, but when push came to shove, she knew how to respond. Sometimes, the best tools in our quiver are what we find when we’re out of arrows.”“You sure it wouldn’t hurt keeping the mace on standby—just in case something. They didn’t engage in a lot of conversation; it wasn’t really necessary. A week or so later, while studying at the school library, she couldn’t dismiss thinking about Lamont and what she would like to be doing with him. Her thoughts kept returning to the night at Club Carib. Being naked and getting fucked from behind by a big black man in a dumpy men's room while people looked on was a sex fantasy made reality; she wanted more. Asking permission to use the phone at the main desk she called.