Phil yanked it away, staring at it.“Do I ... kill you now, or will you ... promise to ... surrender?” With each pause, Phil gasped, a quiet whistl...e sounding as a thin stream of fluid soaked into his shirt.“Never surrender, human!” Despite its defiant words and Phil’s thumbs pressing against its lungs, it sounded better than Phil.“Just as well,” Phil answered, squeezing hard, watching as its eyes bugged out. Rather than wasting time, when it quit fighting, he grabbed it by the legs and swung it. "Yes," I said patiently, trying to hide how scared I was. This might bea bridge too far for him. "You told me and Sophia we could start datingwhen we were fifteen, and I'm almost sixteen now. And I'm a girl, sodating boys is... typical." I didn't quite like the way that sounded,but I wanted even less to say "normal." I don't want to be unfair or go back on what we said," Mom said, aftergiving Dad a few moments to see if he'd say anything, "but... I get thatyou've felt like you wanted to be. My wife at the time was pretty straight laced and to my knowledge, did not fuck around when I was away on cruises at sea. Not that I didn’t encourage her to do that. She loved to fuck, but insisted she could always wait for me to fuck her when I got home.Well, the inevitable happened and she caught me fucking another woman. We split up, no divorce, just a separation. While we were separated, I visited her a lot while trying to patch things up. One Saturday morning about 11am I went to her. Should I call and ask her for his number?”“Please do that right away!” replied Sybil. “If he can fly us back to Sparta post haste, we’ll make it worth his while.”The nurse dug her phone from her pocket and scanned it for the number before placing a call. “Joanie! It’s Rita! You heard right, I’m with her right now. We’re in Eastern Tennessee. She and her Warrior need to return to Sparta ASAP. Could you give me your cousin’s number? You know the one I mean? He’s the pilot with a plane.”Sybil.