.. Sanboron?” Buckminster asked, pointing to a girl about Max’s age.“The primary advantage to training in unarmed combat is the ability to be bo...h offensive and defensive without having to rely on technological aids. You are never disarmed, even if naked.” she said, loudly and clearly.“And what other advantages do we find when training in unarmed combat, Mr...” his arm was out and he was moving it back and forth across the students in front of him. Max could see that they were all ready to be. He was not in the least impressed because he had seen the same principle applied over and over again in the extortion policies of the East Bronx Mafia.Both of his love-daughters and their sister mommies from next door, two of the Conte girls were down at Coney Island getting sick on Nathan's hot dogs and root beer. The girls were five years old now and both looked more like him every day.He had promised Mrs. Moskowitz from 404 he would be by to fix her radiator but his motivation was lacking in. Slowly my imagination became not enough. Being around him nearly all the time made my fantasies seem flat and unreal, and my body craved the real thing. Every time we hung out, I would get small wafts of the cologne he wore, driving my senses wild. Jeremy had been working hard on getting a six-pack and it was beginning to show, making me ever more curious what his toned, muscular body felt like under my touch.A plan had formed in my head. I would sneak into Jeremy’s apartment while he was away. . to everyone.”“But you’ve been planning this all week, haven’t you, Tiger?” She nodded her head against my chest.“I thought I could do it but I can’t. I don’t live there anymore. I have a home and friends. Why do the they want me to talk?” she sobbed.“Because they know you and respect you,” I said. “And you are their hopes and dreams, Tiger. How many of them will ever have a permanent home like you do? How many will have the courage and determination to go to college or to get a job?”“They.