Chapter 90 - Baton Training


Cate directed Jon to draw out his training baton, then she covered the features of the tool. She instructed him on the proper way to grip the 21-inch long piece of hard rubber, and on the correct way to draw it from his belt. As always, Cate explained the technique, then demonstrated it for Jon, then had him perform the task itself.

Other than asking a few quiet questions about the lesson, Jon was silent and solemn. He was following along with Cate’s instruction, but inside he was in turmoil. He was just thankful they hadn’t yet arrived at the portion of the lesson he was dreading. He recalled from his reading that they would cover defensive strikes and blocks using the baton. After that they would practice offensive hand strikes. In other words, he and Cate would have to literally fight each other.

“Jon?” he heard Cate’s steady voice, and he realized he had drifted away from the lesson for a moment. He focused on her stern face, looking into those guarded gray eyes.

“Sorry,” he said hoarsely. “Where were we?”

Cate’s voice softened a little as she saw a flicker of sadness in Jon’s blue eyes. “The justification for an officer using a baton,” she repeated quietly.

“Oh…” Jon paused for a moment, his mind searching to recall from his reading last week. “Yeah. A cop uses a baton as an intermediate weapon, when just using hand or body control isn’t enough to subdue a suspect, and he couldn’t justify using deadly force.”

A hint of a smile brushed over Cate’s lips. “Excellent,” she said. “You do remember.” She saw Jon’s mouth curve into a proud little smile at her praise.

She continued. “An officer would use a baton with the intent to temporarily disable an offender, never to inflict permanent injury. It’s all about subduing the bad guy so neither he nor the officer gets seriously hurt. As a result, the officer should never intentionally strike the assailant’s head, neck, back, or a joint with the baton. Doing so could cause serious, perhaps even fatal injury.” She paused to give Jon a moment to acknowledge he understood. At his nod, she continued.

“When an officer strikes with a baton, he’s gonna want to aim for one of two points on the lower body. The first is the common peroneal nerve, which is on the back of the thigh, and the second point is the tibial nerve motorpoint, which is at the top of the back of the calf. A strike to either of these nerves will cause a significant stun and temporary disabling of the suspect, so that the officer has time to respond and subdue him. While the bad guy is stunned, the officer can hopefully get him under control and in cuffs.” Cate waited again for Jon’s response.

He nodded again. “So, we’re gonna club each other in the leg with these things, then?” he asked, slightly waving the baton clutched in his right hand.

“Yeah,” Cate answered, watching for his response. He didn’t flinch. Okay… she thought, a little surprised that he wasn’t affected by the thought of beating her with a club. But then again, he hadn’t been as uncomfortable with kicks to her lower body in previous DTs sessions. And there were plenty of moves coming up that she knew he wouldn’t like.

Cate stepped over to her bag and pulled out a roll of cloth tape. She tore off two small pieces, then moved back over to Jon. “Now, it’s important you identify the correct location of these nerve motorpoints and land the strikes there. If you’re off by even an inch or two, a strike can cause significant, or even permanent, nerve damage. These batons are nasty weapons, and they can cause serious injury if they aren’t used correctly.”

She took a deep breath and gave Jon a direct look. “Let’s see what you remember,” she said. “Show me where the common peroneal nerve is, on your leg.

Jon pursed his lips slightly as he thought. Cate watched and felt a little involuntary flutter in her stomach as his luscious lips puckered invitingly. Stop it, she told herself sternly.

Jon considered her question for a moment, then reached down to his right thigh. He pointed to a location on the side of his thigh, to the outside of his quadriceps muscle. “Here?” he asked.

“Not quite,” Cate replied. She stepped closer to Jon and leaned down slightly, touching her hand to the back of his muscular thigh. She felt another little surge course through her body as she drew her fingertips over the slick nylon of his track pants, feeling her way along his taut hamstring.

“It starts about four inches above your knee, where it branches off from the Sciatic nerve.” She located the spot and pressed firmly against it. “It wraps around to the front of the leg, around the knee, like so,” she continued, pulling her fingers forward, tracing the path of the nerve.

Cate paused and looked up at Jon’s face to be sure he was following her. She saw him gazing down at her, his lips slightly parted, wearing surprised expression. “Got it?” she asked.

Jon nodded wordlessly, and she turned her eyes back to her hand on his leg. “The striking point for a baton blow against this nerve would be here,” Cate pressed again on the point at the back of his thigh. “That’s where the blow will stun, but not do permanent damage.”

She straightened up and looked at Jon. “Okay, now find the point on my leg,” she directed him.

“Um… okay,” Jon replied. He crouched beside Cate and raised his hand to place it on the back of her thigh. As Cate looked down upon him, her mind flashed back to Sunday morning, when he had knelt at her feet in the bathroom of his villa, wearing only the black boxer briefs.

Her eyes involuntarily closed for a fraction of a second as her pulse raced. Then she forced them back open and watched Jon’s hand as he trailed his fingers over her leg, tracing the path of the common peroneal nerve. He looked up at her, then placed his hand gently at the location she had asked him to find, near the bottom of her hamstring muscle. “Here?” he asked, a bit huskily.

Cate nodded. “Good,” she replied. She reached out her hand to him, a piece of tape stuck to her index finger. “Mark the spot with this.” Jon gave her a surprised look, but did as she asked.

He remained crouched at her feet, then looked back up at her. “Okay,” Cate continued. “Now, the striking point for the tibial nerve is not far from there, at the top of the calf muscle, just below the knee joint. Locate that point.”

Jon swallowed hard, then raised his hand to gently grip the back of her calf. He moved his fingers upward toward her knee, pressing gently until he could feel the end of the swell of the muscle, where then tendons began. He stopped his finger there and again looked questioningly up at Cate.

Cate felt a little hitch in her breath as she looked down at Jon and saw the familiar flickering in his eyes, which were now a darker shade of blue. Damnit, don’t start that again, she thought angrily. I don’t want to have to fight myself and you, too.

“Correct,” she said, trying to keep emotion from creeping into her voice. She handed him the other piece of tape. “Mark the spot.” Again Jon did as she directed, then he rose to his feet and waited silently for her to continue the lesson.

“Now, you can see how close these strike points are to the knee,” Cate continued, keeping her voice level and matter-of-fact as she tried to tamp down her emotions. “If a blow misses the strike points and hits the knee, it could very easily cause permanent nerve, muscle, or bone damage. The goal is to temporarily disable the suspect, not to maim him for life.”

She pulled her baton from its ring on her belt. “So when you strike at these points, you want to do so with the baton held horizontally…” She held her own baton so that it was parallel to the ground, the middle of the weapon touching the tape Jon had placed on her thigh. “And with as much force as you can muster.” She saw Jon’s jaw tighten at that statement.

“The result will be high-intensity pain," Cate continued, "Which will cause a mental stun as well as physical discomfort. There will be immediate motor dysfunction – the bad guy won’t be able to move his leg -- and a flex-reflex response. In other words, the impact and the pain of the strike will temporarily paralyze the offender.”

Cate stood fully upright and gave Jon a direct look. “It hurts like a bitch,” she said bluntly. She paused as he blinked back at her, the dread in his eyes. “But we’re not gonna do full strikes. We’re just gonna walk through the technique,” she said, a little more gently. “No sense maiming each other when there’s a lot left to cover, both here and on the range later.”

“Good,” Jon breathed, his shoulders slumping a little as he exhaled. He saw Cate’s jaw tighten just a bit at his response, but she didn’t say anything.

“Okay, I’ll demonstrate on you first,” Cate said. “Ready?”

Hell, No! Jon thought. But he nodded at her. “What do you want me to do?”

“Move toward me like you’re trying to grab or tackle me. We’ll do this in slow-motion, so you don’t have to lunge.” Like you would, Cate thought snarkily. “Just walk through the motions, like we did last week. I’ll demonstrate the swing and the strike in slow motion, too.”

“Okay. Here goes.” Jon took a deep breath and raised his arms, stepping toward Cate as if he was going for her throat. Cate pulled her baton from her belt with her left hand and transferred it smoothly to her right as she stepped sideways, away from his grasp. She pulled back the weapon, then swung it forward, parallel to the ground, bringing it to rest against the back of Jon’s thigh. The hard rubber stick bounced off his taut muscle as she lightly impacted the baton against the strike point.

“See? Not so tough in slow motion, but you can guess how fast it has to happen in real life,” Cate pointed out. “The officer has to have the confidence to be able to draw, swing, and strike, in the right location, without really even thinking. It should be reactionary. Just like shooting. The draw, aim, and fire should be instinctual, all one fluid movement.”

Jon nodded vigorously. He could only imagine how hard it must be for a cop to properly use a baton in a real fight. Hell, it was hard enough just to throw a punch, let alone swing around a club.

“And here’s the other thing…” Cate continued. “Though you want to try to aim for one of these two strike points on the leg, you may not be able to. If the suspect is charging, or throwing a punch, or trying to tackle you, you may not have the chance to swing for the leg. You may have to use the baton to block a punch or to stop their attack. The only chance you may have is to strike the upper body. I’m gonna show you those strike points in a minute.”

Cate’s voice was now stronger and more animated, as she relaxed a little. It didn’t seem like Jon was going to try to challenge or anger her. She only had to worry about keeping herself in check. She took in his serious expression, then gave him a little smile of encouragement. “I’ll show you a strike to the tibial nerve, then you can try it on me.”

“Okay, Teach,” Jon replied quietly, returning her small smile. He breathed a silent sigh of relief that her stern countenance had finally cracked. The tension between Cate and himself was still painfully evident, but it seemed to be lessening a bit as they became more involved in the training.

Cate again had Jon perform his slow-mo “attack,” and she landed a light strike on the point at the top of his calf. After reminding Jon of the proper way to draw the baton from his belt and to swing parallel to the ground, she played the aggressor.

She could see from Jon’s face that he was not completely comfortable with the task, as usual, but he performed it well. Jon landed light strikes to both of the points he had marked with tape on Cate’s track pants. She had him repeat each strike several times, working on the fluidity of movement, until she was satisfied that he understood the technique. She praised his efforts and gave him another encouraging smile.

So far, so good…. Cate thought, letting out a sigh of relief. One hour down, two more to go.

“Moving on,” Cate said, reaching up behind her head to tighten the band around her ponytail. “Strikes to the forearms.”

She lowered her hands, placing them on her hips as she spoke. “As I said before, an officer may not always have the ability to land a baton strike on the leg. When you’re moving around in a fight, things happen fast. So, the only option the officer may have is to strike the upper body. These strikes are usually gonna happen when the suspect is throwing punches or otherwise trying to attack, so they’re actually more defensive, blocking the bad guy’s arm movements.”

Cate saw Jon nod again, following her. She noted his expression was a little brighter, more relaxed than it had been at the beginning of the lesson. She also realized that her anger had faded somewhat as she got into the lesson; she was now more annoyed than upset with him. After following through the baton strikes together, she and Jon were starting to settle into a working rhythm, a more comfortable give-and-take. That was good. They still had a lot of training left to go.

“So, do you recall where the strike points on the forearms are?” Cate asked Jon. “We covered them briefly when we talked about weapon retention. Remember, when I took you to join George’s class last week?” Cate saw a flicker of recognition in Jon’s eyes at the mention of their first showdown, when he had so pissed her off with his refusal to punch her.

Jon thought for a long moment, then shook his head. “I can’t remember the names of the nerves,” he admitted. I know they’re about halfway up the arm, though.”

Cate tipped her head to the side, then back. “Well, kinda…” she replied. She stepped forward to Jon, standing so that she was facing him. “Here,” she said, reaching down to grab his left hand. She tugged upward, bending his arm at the elbow so that his forearm extended between them, parallel to the floor. The hard muscles bunched impressively as the position flexed his bicep, and Cate sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. She immediately realized her tactical error as her mouth watered while she stared at his deliciously sinewy forearm.

Jon tried to hide the little smirk that sprang to his lips at Cate’s reaction. He didn’t quite succeed, and she noticed when she glanced guiltily up at his face. Jon saw the slight flush of pink on her cheeks as he met her gaze.

“Um…” Cate stalled. “Uh… there are two strike points on the forearm,” she said, her voice wavering just a bit, then gaining strength. “The radial and median nerves. The radial nerve is on the top of the forearm…” Cate twisted Jon’s hand in hers to rotate his arm so his palm was facing downward, “…Right about here.” Cate touched the fingertips of her other hand to a point on Jon’s arm about two inches below the bend of his elbow. She swallowed hard as she felt the soft brown hair under her touch.

Cate took another breath and glanced again at Jon’s face. She saw that he was smiling more fully now, watching her. “The… the median nerve,” Cate continued, turning his arm back over so that his palm faced upward, “is on the inside of the arm.” She poised the fingertips of her free hand over Jon’s forearm, then hesitated. She knew exactly where the point was located, but she couldn’t stop herself.

Cate touched her fingers to Jon’s skin at the bend of his elbow, then slowly traced her fingertips downward over the hard bunches of his radial muscles and flexor tendons. Her lips parted as her eyes followed her fingers. God… she groaned silently. What the Hell am I doing? This was no time for her forearm fetish to take over. Cate stopped her fingers at the point, about three inches above Jon’s wrist. “The median strike point is here,” she said, a bit hoarsely, pressing firmly against his flesh.

Jon saw the flicker of lust spring to Cate’s eyes. He stood still, letting her hold his hand and rest her fingertips on his arm, for a long moment. Then he gently pulled his arm back, toward his body, until her palm slipped across his. He gave Cate’s hand a little squeeze.

The movement startled Cate back to reality. Blushing deeply, she gave Jon a guilty look then pulled her hands away from his and took a step back. She sucked in a breath, then closed her eyes and stood still, battling to regain her self-control. Jon watched as she opened his eyes and fixed him with a serious look.

“Um, anyway…” Cate continued, her voice slightly husky. “Like on the legs, a baton strike to the arm could cause irreversible damage if it is landed on the wrong strike point. There are lots of nerves running along the arm, and it’s easy to crush them, or to break the arm or wrist bones. “

She pulled in another deep breath, then silently, slowly let it out. “Since we did strikes to these two points during DTs last week, we won’t worry about baton strikes today,” she decided out loud. Because I need to get away from you for a minute… she thought to herself.

She raised her eyes to Jon’s face, and saw that he was smiling amusedly at her. She could tell that he knew her resolve was slipping yet again, as it had this morning on the arson range. And she was damned if she was going to let herself falter again.

“Break time,” Cate said firmly. Then she turned and strode for the door. Jon watched her go, the hopeful little smile still playing on his lips.

26 comments:

  1. Please don't do something stupid to destroy that little glimpse of hope again, Jon!

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  2. I been following this for some while now and I have to agree with a previous poster. Where's the "sexy" in this story isn't that what fan fiction is supposed to be about. Cate does seem rather mentally unstable and I doubt if any man of Jon's caliber, rock star or not would have much to do with her.

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  3. Jon, Relax...don't do anything to mess up what you've got going. You're making progress with her. I just really hope that it's not for nothing and she eventually realizes that Jon and her are meant to be together.

    They definately have sparks between the two of them.

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  4. Oooh! She's breaking down! If Jon is patient he'll make Cate see the light.

    Catte - one of the things I love about this story is how you have the constant back-and-forth of emotions between Cate and Jon. You dont just let Jon call all the shots and have Cate swoon for him. I don't think Cate us unstable or crazy at all. She's just trying to deal with emotions she has never felt before for a normal guy, let alone a rock star, and its scary. You said earlier in the story that Jon knows Cate is just like him, stubborn and controlling and tempermental, and I like how you play their personalities off each other. I have a feeling there is going to be a big explosion pretty soon, though. They were both up early and theyre tired and hungry and stressed out, and pushing each others buttons.

    Then maybe we will get some hot make-up sex, right? If their past encounter was any indication, I'm thinking so! :o)

    Keep up the great work, Catte. This story is so original and smart. Can't wait for more!

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  5. I don't know what kind of woman you all hang out with, but his Cate character is not mature, she has been divorced for years, doesn't Danny take her out on her anniversary of the divorce and celebrate" Jon writes lyrics like "When life is a bitter pill to swallow get up off your knees" Cate is determined it seems, to pout like a little girl for the next several decades, the men I know whould have walked away a long time ago, Someone said Jon be patient? Are you not reading the same story I am? Oh BTW, there is a box at the end of each chapter that states Tell me what you think. Hence the varied opinions ladies. Catte do you even know how to write sex scenes in 91 chapters theres been only one.Is that the problem

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  6. good grief! you know its only been 1 day and 1/2 since they had sex! you all act like this has been going on for months! remember just because the scenes are posted over a few days dont mean its in real time!!!! also, I know everybodys entitled to an opinion but you dont have to be mean. thihs is cattes story, she can write it like she wants. if all you want is sex go read something else. some of us appreciate a real STORY.

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  7. Cate's her own worst enemy at this point, and I'm thinking she can't hold out much longer...as long as Jon doesn't do something stupid ;)

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  8. O Hell Cate.... By now, I would've ripped his shirt off and moved on to some floor exercise :)

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  9. Catte,

    I told you early on that I don't usually post my comments out in public like this. I've been telling you what I think privately. So, you know that I LOVE this story, and that I think you are fabulous with the sexual tension building scene. So, this isn't to boost your confidence or wax all poetic about how good I think you are.

    I'm making this comment not for you Catte, but for the anonymous jackasses harassing her. I'd be willing to bet you're either male, or you've never experienced any kind of abuse albeit mental or physical. Coming from someone who has, let me assure you that it's not so easy to trust someone...even if it's been years since the abuse. I'm 42 years old...my abuse happened when I was a child, and I still don't like it when a someone invades my personal space without my permission, especially a man. It doesn't help that I work in a male dominated field where flirtation is considered standard practice, not sexual harassment. In Cate's situation flirtation might not be the standard practice, but physical contact is.

    For those naysayers that keep saying Jon wouldn't be interested in Cate, let me remind you that Jon is a stubborn and determined individual who usually gets what he wants. He doesn't give up on something he wants just because it's not easy to acquire, quite the opposite. Jon knows anything worth having doesn't come without some effort. Right now, he wants Cate, which means, he won't just give up....and the harder she is to get, the more he'll appreciate what he has when he gets her.

    So, anonymous jackasses, please step away from the kool-aid...you'll be a much happier person if you will and just admit that Jon (and the other guys too) is just a MAN. We might jokingly call him HRH, but he can't walk on water or perform any other such miracles. In fact, I'll be the first to admit that he's an arrogant ass (which makes him all the more attractive to me...lol) with a whole hell of a lot of talent.

    ~T

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  10. Man, the tension between those two has just got to stop. They need to have a down and dirty heart to heart and lay it all out there. It would be much easier if Cate would just trust Jon enough to open up to him. Then he would understand and not be so aggressive. But, they need to get together! Or at least try the relationship. It could be a chance that it would make both of them happy. And that is worth the possible heartbreak!

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  11. Catte, one of the things I REALLY enjoy about this story is the sexual tension and anticipation you are creating between the characters and therefore, for the readers. Although I read many BJ Fan Fic stories, it was very refreshing to not have "sex" be the main thing always read about. Don't get discouraged. You are doing a fantastic job! I am looking forward to reading more chapters...SOON! ( :
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  12. WOW! "T" calling people assholes for expresing opinions you don't like. Perhaps the box that is there to express opinions should say "only positive ones please because we girls are so thin-skinned we might just cry".Then you can put borders of little pink roses around it.Beleive it or not there are grown adult woman who don't waa waa waa thier way thru life

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  13. To the anonymous poster above this....no one objects to you voicing your opinion...but you leave nasty comments, but won't put your name on it. Real brave.

    I've ignored all your comments until now.If you don't like the story why are you still reading it? I for one prefer a story with some plot - not just sex!

    As for your comments to T....you really don't want to go there!

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  14. Anonymous jackass,

    Please re-read my comment. I did NOT call you and your counterparts "assholes"....but what I should have called you all was "dumb asses". And, yes, I'm a firm believer in everyone being able to state THEIR (notice the correct spelling on that one) opinion...even if it's WRONG. I did NOT condemn you for voicing an opinion I did not agree with...I condemned you for being such a BITCH about it.

    Speaking of being a dumb ass....WOMAN is the singular form of the word, therefore you should not use it with the verb ARE.

    You have clearly shown that you are not only a mean dipshit that obviously has no talent and therefore chooses to attack those that do, but that you are completely ignorant when it comes to public speaking.

    Step off now little girl and take Liz's advice to not go there, before I go completely f-to-the-left on your ass.

    ~T

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  15. I do agree that if you are not happy with the story and want it to be all about SEX, then there are plenty of other stories out there to read. No point in putting down someone for the story they are creating and sharing. Catte is writing based upon her creativity and how she sees the story going. And there is MANY of us that are thoroughly enjoying the story how it is been written and find it refreshing that there is a plot, friction between the charaters, and not only about SEX. Please don't make it a pissing contest with other posters or bash someone out here trying something new and sharing her creativity just because it does not meet your needs. There is so many more stories that could meet your needs if all you want is to read about SEX. Hope you find something to fill that void. But, please leave the rest of us to enjoy Catte's talent of writing.

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  16. ohh I'm so scared!!!!!!! Your the one who shouldn't be writing tight ass, take the cucumber out of your butt sweetheart. As I said early on, a good writer (not you t,) is usually eager to hear criticism. If you actually indentify with weak, neurotic,narcisstic, game playing adolescent girls that's up to you don't get all pissy aboutit. Don't make me get all jersey on your ass gf!

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  17. oh BTW did I spell everything ok for ya teach?

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  18. Catte I really do like the story objecting to the way you are endlessly going on about "cate" holding on to past hurts like a security blanket, she needs to grow a little is all. I actually like that they didn't fall into bed in the first chapter ala the sauna and others but let Cate get some closure on her past so she can move on with her life. The clock's a ticking for all of us, dwelling on the past and holding on to grief is time wasting.

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  19. Anonymous jackass,

    To answer your question: No, you didn't spell everything correctly. However, as you have aptly demonstrated your lack of intelligence all on your own, it would be gauche of me to continue to use proper English and so many big words that they are probably floating above your head making you appear to be a cartoon character in the Sunday comics. But then, I've been called far worse than gauche.

    Continue to lick that short bus window though, if ya want. Your insults to my writing ability doesn't mean shit to me. When you can demonstrate some sort of talent in the writing field it MIGHT make me consider it, but it's still as big a possibility as the Loch Ness Monster being real.

    As for the "going Jersey" on my ass? First, learn to capitalize a proper place, then bring it on bitch! 'Cause I would happily give you a Texas Style ass whoopin' and it won't take me a New York minute to do it either.

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  20. Well, I have to say finally someone said what I was thinking about the Anonymous poster all the time. Very good, T!

    Cate, a little advice you gotta learn to ignore comments like those...believe me I know what I'm talking about. Don't let them stop your creativity, sis!

    To Anonymous, how about you stop posting comments when you don't understand the story? Just a suggestion.

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  21. LOL, texas huh (I did that on purpose)we all know what they have in texas. Glad I'm not "getting" to you to hon. Such violent chatter all because of some criticism, my oh my oh my.What a tough ol' thing you are. I'm going to go shake in my boots now, Ha Ha Ha hee hee hee, texas oh lordy that's funny, my sides are starting to hurt, oh

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  22. Anonymous jackass,

    Before you keep taxing your little brain trying to come up with more Texas jokes, don't bother, I'm not in Texas. That's just an expression here.

    And, no, you're not getting to me. I don't let small minded people get to me. However, I'm sure that given the theories of quantum physics that suggests that there are an infinite number of alternate universes existing along side our own, I guess there's always the possibility that one of my alternate reality selves gives a shit what you think. But, considering that most scientist think that we are pretty much the same people in each of those realities as we are in this one, just that we took different "forks in the road" so to speak along the way....Naaaa, I'm sure they all wouldn't care either.

    OH SHIT! I just got a GREAT idea for a new story. Nobody steal this one! It's right here for everyone to see it was my idea first!

    Thanks jackass! Now, go play with yourself, would ya? And, you can take that in the spirit of which it was intended. I'm bored with you now, and do believe that you've shown everyone just how little class and little intelligence you have.

    And since you've probably now pissed off all the fans in the great state of Texas....good luck, jerkwad....you're gonna need it.

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  23. Catte, looks like it's time to start the comment moderation....

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  24. ok, annnyyyhooooww, I think one of the tough parts of writing (and reading) like this is that we can't peek ahead and see what happens. We have to be patient with the writer's process and some of us are evidently finding that not so easy. This is a story that's definitely different from others we've seen. Different is not bad, just different. I like this story and they way it's going. I'm enjoying what I'm learning from it and looking forward to what happens next. (Even thought I have to wait for it and can not sneal a peek ahead!) Don't you dare stop now! :) Renee

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  25. This is what happens when i'm a few weeks behind everyone else. i miss all the fireworks. T- good answers, remind me not to get on your bad side, Catte - love the story, write it how you want and enjoy it, Anonymous - if you don't like it, don't read it - there's the door, don't let it hit ya on the ass on the way out.

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  26. And here I am 10 years behind everyone else! CelticC has pretty much summed up my thoughts pretty simply. I don't think I said this before, but the One sex scene so far is my favorite out of all the fanfiction and I have read. All the anticipation built up to something extremely romantic. Can't imagine anyone being able to walk away with him whispering stay in her ear like that. :-)

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