Simultaneously, with her endurance, she stabbed the blade of her scythe in Zax’s stretched right arm and split across.The confrontation sent the clo...aked woman tumbling tens of meters backwards, while rendering Zax’s right arm useless, mostly.Sweat ran down Zax’s back and his heart palpitated. He recognized the scythe, it was similar to Zechariah’s, only, in the woman’s hands, gave a far more threatening impression. That was one thing. What really affected him was that he could tell the cloaked. Maria greeted us warmly and the three of us sat at the bar drinking beer and taking shots of tequila.I put Maria to be around 50 years old. She was brown skinned but not a dark brown. Her large breasts were squeezed into a top that was too small for her big jugs. I would imagine her tits must have been at minimum 38dd or maybe larger.Her jeans were faded denim and they too seemed to small for her waste becasue she had a bit of a stomach that spilled over the waist but that ass! Marias ass had. He walked over to me, put his arms around me and squeezed."You're a very special woman. Scary sometimes, but special nonetheless. When did you learn to read my mind?" It comes with a personal trainer," I said.Jeff snorted."The yoga, I'm doing with you," I said. "Our mats are over there in the corner." Have we been granted dispensation not to attend school anymore?"I patted his back."We'll work it in, Dr. G."His eyes looked up again. He had a pensive look. I laughed.He gave me a look of. You’re right. Number three first then.”“I don’t think it goes there. And I think you have it upside down.”“Argggh.”My dad started hammering. “OW! Fuck that hurts.”And so on. I could see slow but steady progress was being made.On the practical side, I was learning how to suck your finger when you hit said finger with the hammer instead of the hitting the intended nail.“What does damn and fuck mean, Dad?”“What? Well grownups sometime use certain words to vent their frustration or when in pain.”.