Make that step and you ... you get to kiss me."David's face clouded. "Mel, I'd never force..." Cut the crap, David! You wanna walk? Make a step. You w...anna kiss me? Make a step. Don't fucking wrap me in cotton wool. I'm offering a kiss for a step. Are you game?" Jeez, don't go apeshit on me!" David protested, but he tried to shift his weight on his left leg. Then he tried to move the right leg, but he lost his balance and fell to the side."Not bad, but no kiss yet," Melanie announced. She helped. And I could not imagine how I would manage such a task."Inspiration came to me the day that I was scrying through my crystal orb, viewing through it a battle that was taking place very near to my own borders. I had just summoned an army of undead to deal with the southern army when I spotted someone standing on a hill, watching the battle. I inspected the young man, Lucas here," he said, gesturing at the cage beside me, "and I could sense something about him. He wore foreign clothes, had. What do you do? Know everything?" She looked at me suspiciously."Only about the people I care about," I kidded. "Seriously, your Mom was concerned and asked me to look into it. I did." It was nice to make the roster. I earned it, too. But I'm not too thrilled about my first match. I have to wrestle the defending State Champ, probably twice." Twice?" It's a double-elimination with four schools. You have to lose twice to be out. I'm the only other one entered in this weight class, so the rules. ‘Karen!’ Patrick yelled at her, but got no answer. Tearing on the passenger side door, it wouldn’t budge. He reached out and tore the remains of the passenger side window out, slashing his hands even more in the process on the shattered glass, struggling to get inside the window to reach her. Looking in, blood was pouring out of a gash on her neck in huge spurts, he reached into his back pocket for the rag he had stuck there, pressed it to the wound. It was all he had. She came awake, turned.