If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locatio...ns and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.This story is part of the Tom Cup Short Story GalleyTo support this, and other stories by Tom Cup, visit: http://www.tomcup.com *****Karate MasterBy Tom Cup. This was followed by anotherfew minutes where i felt a strange feeling, similar to scratching your skin when it itches. The feeling i was experiencing right now was much more different.I was complete amateur to the signals my brain was receiving. I decided to aid it by lifting my feet and rubbing my toes against the bedsheet too. I had lifted my head slightly now, i kept an arm against both of my boobs. I held it in such a way that one of the boobs nipple was being rubbed by my forearm, while i. No, not really a thought, for to have thought such a thing would have meant putting her basest desires into uncomfortably snug words--more precisely, an impulse. A quick, penetrating suddenness of motivation straight from the gut, that and nothing more.Kate Barrett, widow and mother, glanced suspiciously around, though there was no one in the rambling house except her and Matthew; she had a sudden feeling of guilt, of criminality, but she suppressed it in favor of something stronger... a savage. Me: Ok, that sounds good.We checked one, couldn’t find anything. Lisa was checking the other three.Me: This is the last one. Anything? Don’t tell me we got it wrong.Lisa: There’s something here.Me: There is? What is it? The clue?Lisa: I don’t know. It’s paper.Me: A paper?Lisa: A newspaper, yes.Me: What does it say?Lisa: I don’t know. The news.Me: How old is it?Lisa: It’s from yesterday!Me: That must be it! What are the odds that a random newspaper from yesterday happens to be here?Lisa: Not.