And," she began, and then paused, "I'm glad it's not with another woman. I was sure it was! I was sure it was with some other woman who's prettier, an...d healthier, than me! I could understand that. I really could. But---I'm glad it's not with another woman. That's easier for me to accept. It's not the same with another man. This other guy doesn't threaten me, as another woman would." I don't want to hurt you, okay?" I said. "It's just that...", and before I could finish, Melanie added: "But you. I think you got some her too, as gentle soft kisses work there way around her neck. A lay over at her ears gets her legs rubbing together. Her worry about on lookers gone in a flash. Her breasts recently trapped by her bra are warm to the touch. Her nipples hard as rock by the time the tips of my fingers make their circles and reach them. Her breath is becoming rhythmic already. Her eyes reflecting the fire light as my lips again proceed to hers. As my tongue wrestles with her I pull her. “Jamison. I have an Endurance of a 14 and a Strength of a 12. Sit-ups, laps, and pushups won’t cut it. Just ask Toff.” Not that he was asking me to do any of those, but even basic warmups didn’t warm me up.“What does a strength of a 12 mean?”Toff replied, “We never tested Jason, he seems resistant to put a number on his strength. A quarter-ton maybe, maybe more. Think of him as stronger than any human that has ever lived, and he could run around the world and not get tired. His football buddies. "Please answer yes or no." No." Miss Thurston, please make your statement."The woman drew herself up, setting her handbag on the floor, as if to deny herself the comfort of it's weight in her lap."I have committed murder."Detective Renner had known the reason she was there, but it still struck him as somehow unlikely. Yet the words, even though they had the tone of a well- rehearsed speech, appeared to cause her physical pain, as if they were being dragged from her throat."Please explain the.