Higher Power, Part 1

She was a Filipina-American drug dealer with 3 gray hairs. Anita. For their first date he took her birdwatching. Red crowned parrots and an acorn woodpecker. They drill holes in other trees to store the acorns in, he explained. The live oaks here support a whole colony.

Back to the house to shoot bow and arrow in the side yard. Show her how to throw roundhouse kicks on his Muay Thai bag. She took a kickboxing class but wasn't pivoting on her planted foot. Wasn't really turning her hips into it as she drilled with giggling nursing students prepping for sex assault. Relax the right leg, he said. Think of it as a whip. Turn your hips in toward the bag. You're trying to hit with your shin not your foot. Stand on the ball of your left foot and you'll pivot naturally. Watch-- see it goes like schwip schwip--

Omigod cool, she said.

We gotta show you how to check kicks—we're gonna put the shin guards on you and then you just do this like a leprechaun...

She wore dolphin shorts to the date and when she put the shinguards on they looked liked greaves in a painting from a Dragonlance module cover. Laurana in chains before the five-headed dragon goddess. Like you'd see in the hobby shop at 13. Her thighs golden and naked and her calves strapped in black D & D armor. His cock got hot. It moved so fast he thought it would break.

He took her inside for a glass of water and kissed her while her tongue was still cold. She