You want to touch me, don't you? I've watched you staring atme, at my ass, at my crotch, at my pecs, my shoulders, my biceps. Whatis it you want, Mich...ael? Do you want permission to touch me? Is thatit?" Jeri was guiding my hands which were rubbing his soft blouse-liketop over his large pecs. "Touch my chest, Michael. I give you mypermission. Or maybe you need to be told. Is that it, Michael? Do youwant me to tell you what to do? Rub my chest over my shirt, Michael.Yes, make small circles with. I snapped the tip of my staff to the center of Fritz’s forehead. It was easy to either block that move or slide your head to the side. I guess I was quicker and stronger than I realized, because I hit Fritz with a solid blow and he went down. His arms did this weird alligator-like flop, and he stiffened up for a moment.“Fuck!” I yelled.Of course, Shiggy’s beginner class saw the whole thing. I think they’d gotten the wrong impression about martial arts. It was about self-defense and building. But they have to go with us now, to learn more about who they are goingto be. And as much as we would like otherwise, that is a road you can'twalk with them. Just remember they will always love you."Rachelle looked at Miranda. "Will I forget then?" No," Miranda answered, "we still have today and tomorrow you won't mindremembering." I'm glad for that Miranda. And if we just have today, I know just thedress I want to wear when we go out."Nina and Marie stood with Miranda and Tess watching. "Now Heather I want you to be careful and listen to your sister." I will dad," Heather said then gave me a slap on the shoulder andmouthed 'sister'.I pinched her left arm and then smiled at her. We walked carefully intothe house. There was little left to salvage. I found a few photoalbums of ours that were left untouched by the fire. There was nothingleft of any of my personnel stuff in my room, no clothes, books and evenmy computer were gone.All of us were equally upset at how much we had.