She looked taller, but the open-toed sandals with the two-inch soles accounted for that. She was slumped against her fender again ignoring me, so I to...ok the opportunity to study her more carefully. Christine had thick reddish blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail that fell past her shoulders. There was about a nine-inch gap between the little white top and her jeans, revealing an ever-so-slightly-pudgy midsection and the glint of the jewelry she wore in her belly button."Look, Christine.. They do not know what is there, so they imagine it must be some threat, some danger to them, to their interests, their power base. I must elude them. You understand, there are dangers I must avoid?No! It is painful even to think ... nothing in our culture. Anathema, Michael-mine, such aggression, violence, harm ... How do you survive so much these ... conflicts, Michael-mine?Michael smiled within himself, and Dee'rah sensed his ironic humor:I survive, lovely Dee'rah, because that is what we do.. .. but she had to... call me in. It's hardly women's work fixing up ahouse like that." Hey!" said Debbie, good naturedly prodding me in the arm. "A woman cando anything a man can."I chuckled. "That's what they like to think; but I have it on goodauthority that it ain't exactly true." I flashed my eyebrows. "Sorry."Debbie's expression softened into friendly bemusement. "I'll let you offthis once because we've just met but I may have to bop you one if I hearthat kind of sexism next time we. He often saw Jen flirting with other guys. And he thought he had seen an anklet around Jen's ankle. It didn't prove anything, but — could it be? Were they playing hot wife games?But who cared? It was clear Jen was looking for some action tonight, and this was his big chance to finally get into her pants. "Listen Scott, you owe me big from school. Remember that time I bailed your ass out of trouble? Well, it's payback time!" Okay, okay," Scott said. "What do you want?"Keith grinned. "Here's what.