I, like a few of the more advanced Mariah models, have a small but succinct history of the former United States of America implanted in my memory file...s to act as a guide for why I was doing what I had been programmed to do. Believe it or not, my main function is to strike terror into the hearts of our enemies, the Red state people, through guerrilla warfare and terrorist activities. Unfortunately they won the best two out of three falls and my purpose no longer has meaning. However that has. One wall of the dojo had been folded back and a folding bleacher seats rolled out. I saw my Dad sitting on the third row of seats.I had not even known that he knew about the exam. Sensei Genwa must have informed him. One of the black belt instructors with a clipboard approached me."Name please." Katherine Simpson" Take a kneeling position at the edge on the end there."He pointed at the far end of the dojo. I noticed that the side of the practice mat was lined with students all kneeling. I also. Why couldn’t he settle down with a nice girl, like Dianna, and stop screwing around? ‘He sure does sound excited,’ Matt told Mary when Rick’s call was over. ‘Doesn’t he, though?’ Mary agreed. ‘It looks like, come fall, it will just be you and me here in this big old house.’ ‘Sounds wonderful to me,’ Matt said. Mary smiled at him and winked. ‘Right. And since I’m ‘Mom’, now, I think I should start acting like one.’ Her comment caught Matt off guard. ‘What do you mean?’ he asked. ‘It’s late,. He was very patient as he kept inching his way down until I went to place my hand on his wrist to keep him from going any further. He seen my hand moving and grabbed my wrist before I could react. He didn’t hurt me but he pushed my hand away, stopping me from blocking him. It was forceful yet constrained. I don’t know why but I suddenly got hot all over. I leaned forward, trying again to grab his wrist to move it but he abruptly pressed his forearm into my chest above my breast and pinned me.