En meethu paduthu ithazhil kiss seithu sappa aarambithaal, naanum ithazhai urinthu kiss seithen. Aval naakai en vaaikul vital, pinnbu naan enathu naak...ai aval vaaikul viten, iruvarum sexiyaaga sappikonde irunthom. Pinbu aval aninthu iruntha bravai kayatinaal, enaiyum dress muzhuvathum kayata solinaal.Kalaiyil velihcathil aval udambai paarka evalavu sexiyaaga irunthathu endru theriyuma? Naan kama padaganlil kuda ivalvau azhagana pennai paarthathu ilai, aval pentiyai kayati nirvaanamaaga. “Or would you prefer a shield?”Béla grinned back at him, not wanting to argue with him. “Dagger’s fine. Are there any rules?”“Nope,” Jake said, hefting his dagger and slipping it into his belt. “Mac and me have spared a little, but we don’t know enough to teach each other anything.”“Where do you want to do this?” Béla asked, surprised that Jake would put himself in harm’s way just to appease her thirst for blood. She sneaked a peek into his mind to see how he’d arrived at this idea and realized. “Didn’t think so. And yeah, it is hard. Didn’t mean it like that, either.”“You out? I mean, at home?”She met my question with a shrug. “My mom. Sort of. My dad would…”I just nodded, remembering the last time I’d talked with either of my parents. Even now, it still stung a little.“Here we are. It’s kind of off the reservation. Not much, but it’s home. It’ll look better in the morning. Everything usually does.”It really wasn’t much to look at. It was my inheritance, so to speak – a 1972 Shasta. “Back to Maryland; lots of people to train,” I replied.“Where is the next hot spot that Anton is going?”“Back to Mother Russia then to Iran and on to Syria,” Anton replied.“How many were in the house?”“Twelve that I talked to, but there were more in the back,” he replied.“Do you do the old buckaroo thing and carve notches on the grip?” he asked.“Tough to do with synthetic grips and all those notches leave ugly looking marks in your palm after shooting,” I replied.The bottle of beer was half.