Tamara's eyes lit up as she burst into an enthusiastic laugh. "Alan? Of course not. He handed out one of his usual put downs and I told him I wasn't having it."

I grabbed her arm, concerned that he had injured her, but I didn't see any bruises on her perfect skin. "Did he hit you?" I asked angrily.

She sat up and smiled again, and shook her head, making her long hair dance from side to side. "Him hit me? No. Now, if you asked did I hit him? Also no, it was more like I kicked his ass. And then threw his sorry ass out."

"Damnnnnnnn girl, are...