I could tell that it was just a scratch and knew that the blood would clot within just a few minutes with a little pressure applied to the wound. The ...two blondes were still standing there, balancing their bikes and watching me.Blonde 2 said, “Your English is very good.”Blonde 1 nodded in agreement with her friend.“As is yours,” I replied.“You’re American, aren’t you?” Blonde 1 asked.“As are you,” I said with a smile. “I detect a hint of New Jersey in your voice.”Blonde 1 smiled and said, “Very. And family means children. I know all sorts of cases, some of them are a lot worse than others. I’ve dated my share of moms, all sorts of stories – divorcees with children, some who never got around to marrying, then the guy wandered off, even one who swears she had no idea who the daddy is. THAT one I didn’t dare take to bed.The other side of that is some of the male friends I’ve known, saddled with eternal child support, some battling to be fathers to children, others who couldn’t frankly. “Yes, but take your panties off first.” This did sound naughty. “My panties? What you got planned Gemma?” I asked. “I want you to sit at one of the desks in the corner and I’ll go underneath and lick you,” she said, as calm as a cucumber. “Gemma, no.” “Ah go on, Dan. It‘s a dare.” “I know but in the library.” “So?” “There’ll be people. All the mocks that’s going on and stuff.” “That’s what makes it exciting,” said Gemma. I looked in her eyes. Those big brown pebbles and her cute little nose. " I push my suggestion into her mind.Alys swallow's and her eyes turn from dewy tears to sharp slivers of ice. "Gimme the knife, this one Brute that ain't getting away." and she takes the knife from Diana and sits down with Louie's leg propped up in her lap.Diana shoots me a look that has more fear than admiration in it. She swallows and shivers that seems to rack her entire body. I wait.Once she has control again she asks me. "How do you figure to do this?" Diana looks at the door and the bar.