I was still rubbing my sore jaw ... I might even be nursing a grudge. “Son of a gun, you struck a mighty blow...” or something along that line. I ...was fairly frazzled. The past month had been difficult, to say the least.Myndee said, “Sorry Boss. Yer ankle biter is washed, nappie changed, dirty in the bin in the dunny. She’s sucking the dummy, fresh jumper. Me kit is in the boot. Kip in the ankle biters room? Soon as I freshen, I’ll rustle up some tucker and we’ll bog in.”Jim took one look at my. Hyandai ran into him, knocking the air from her lungs as she impacted with his broad, muscular chest. Her arms automatically went about his neck, grappling the massive animal and clinging to him. She, after twenty years, had caught him.Hyandai expected that the unicorn would break loose and flee her again, but he did not, he simply stood there stoically and let her embrace his heaving chest. Her own breath was short, and cooling sweat covered her in a slick coat of shining moisture.What do I do. I saw you in chains. I saw you despairing. None of the others have a clue about that; they simply don’t have the firsthand knowledge it takes to understand any of it. That’s the one thing you can’t hold against them, David, it’s not their fault,” she said.“I guess,” I said. “Oh, and did I say you sure look good tonight.” She smiled. It was clear to her that the conversation was over; well, it was over as far as the topic of the last while was concerned.“Yes, I believe you did. You planning to. Arlan sauntered up to Freya on the infamous evening and placed a fat hand over one of Freya’s c-cup breasts and said, “I heard you don't like to fuck.” What happened next wasn’t pretty unless, you like pugilistic sports. The gist of it was a left hook, a right cross and an extremely swift foot plowing into Arlan’s family farm. All of which, took place in just a couple seconds and it only took Arlan about three more seconds to start his version of the “pudgy, crumpled, funky chicken” hairpiece.