In Need of Saving

[Demeter]

The young, female Wolven dogging his steps didn't cause Sorin to panic. The knowledge that her father could rend him limb from limb did. Though he did, on occasion, become involved with students, there were never his pupils and they were usually over the age twenty one. Tanya, the Wolven following him, was a sixteen-year-old girl in his biology class.

These high school crushes were becoming a hassle instead of an amusement. Last month, when he'd come home from a night out to find one of the senior boys from his chemistry class in his bed, sans clothing, had proved to be an awkward experience for everyone involved.

The school he currently taught at was a little more easy going about such things, given the longevity of the staff and students. And yet naked students crawling into the beds of staff members was still not allowed. And now Tanya, a less then stellar student, was following him through the crowded nightclub scene of downtown Cedar Valley. Picking up the weekend fling was harder to do when a sixteen year old girl was intent on following him everywhere. He needed to find a way to discourage Tanya.

Sorin scanned the crowd as he walked. He wanted someone pretty. His eyes landed on an older man of Asian heritage. He'd always been attracted to older looking men, he mused while checking the man out. He didn't seem to have a companion. A quick glance told him that Tanya of the Puppy Dog Eyes was still behind him.

Sucking in a breath, because he'd get clawed up one side and down the other if he didn't move fast enough, Sorin bounded up to the man. Tanya followed.

"Lover, there you are! I was worried!" he screeched so that the crowd, Tanya included, could hear his greeting. He tossed his arms around the man's neck and snuggled close. "Play along, for the sake of all that is good, please play along and I won't gut you after draining you dry," he murmered before kissed the man. He used the stranger's understandable shock to slide tongue between lips. He really wanted Tanya to learn that he just wasn't interested in her.

[Maira]

He and the guys had been bored so they had decided to take a night out playing at the club. Being a drummer, Kiyo tended to get a lot of pretty girls fawning over him whenever the band took a break (which he didn't mind one bit) but suddenly having a man calling him lover and basically molesting him totally out of the blue... That was a new one.

The man seemed desperate for him to play along with whatever mad scheme he was obsessed with, and luckily for the man, Kiyo had already had quite a few drinks. So, obligingly he wrapped his arms around the other man, one hand even landing on the man's ass, and he gave a good squeeze as the man's tongue slipped into his mouth.

The moment the man's tongue gained entrance to his mouth, Kiyo couldn't stop his claws from appearing and he knew they were digging into the man's back and ass but there just wasn't much to be done. Kiyo was NOT into men at all and suddenly he was in a more intimate embrace with one than he'd shared with a woman in at least a month.

If they hadn't been in such a public place, Kiyo knew that Guardian would be trying to rip this man to ribbons. As it was, he had to fight his other half from appearing fully. If anybody looked too close and saw the claws that now tipped his fingers, there would likely be a scene. Too many humans frequented this particular club for there -not- to be a scene.

After what seemed like an eternity, the other man broke from the embrace and Kiyo stared hard at him, his green eyes flashing, demanding an answer as to what the hell had just happened.

[Demeter]

Sorin grimaced when he felt the claws. Yeah, this guy was feline and not at all happy about his current prediciment. When the embrace crumbled, Sorin remained snuggled against the man. He turned them around in a full circle but saw no sign of Tanya. He pulled away, mindful of the claws on his ass, before grabbing the man's hand and all but flinging him into the alleyway. He glanced around once more before following him into the darkened hall between the buildings.

Sorin, sure that he'd be mauled, stood across the alley from the man. "Eh, sorry about that. I had one of my students stalking me. She has grand illusions about getting me to wear a wedding band and giving her a whole litter of children. I needed to discourage her from further stalking. I'm Sorin Dalca by the way."

He stood against the wall and waited. "I don't normally molest random strangers. I just needed to get away from her. I really am sorry. Can I buy you a drink to make this up to you? Or, you know, some mouthwash?"

He tilted his head and studied the way the light from the street played out across the man's face. "Not that I mind molesting you. You're pretty."

[Maira]

Kiyo was nearly willing to forgive the man, even for being flung into an alley, but when the idiot (who called himself Sorin) said he was pretty... Guardian surged to the surface at the sudden flare of insult that Kiyo was feeling. His presence shone clearly through Kiyo's emerald eyes. In an instant, before Kiyo could stop the leopard, he'd moved across the alley and had Sorin pinned against the brick wall of the club.

Before anything more than a low growl and a hiss could escape from Guardian, Kiyo shoved him back down. He had to take a couple deep breaths before he could be certain his other half wasn't going to come back. While he was breathing though, Kiyo still didn't let up on Sorin. The poor man was still pinned against the wall when Kiyo came to himself and opened his eyes once more.

The man was shorter than he was, rather slim almost to the point of being scrawny, and pale. In a woman, two out of those three aspects would have had Kiyo trying to figure out how to get her home for a snuggle. In this insane man, Kiyo just wanted to shake him and ask him why the -hell- he'd called him pretty. Ignoring his better judgement (a.k.a. Guardian) Kiyo stated, "Calling a man pretty is insulting you know. Just because my hair is long doesn't mean I want to be compared to a woman." Then, abruptly, Kiyo released Sorin and took two steps back from the other man. Hopefully the idiot had been frightened enough to just go on his way and never come near Kiyo again.

[Demeter]

Sorin grinned. This guy had some spunk. He very nearly purred when he found himself pinned against the wall. It had been a while since he'd been manhandled. Sorin bounded the two steps foward and propelled the man against his side of the alley. "Even when it's true? You are pretty. However, when you're like this, your more dangerously handsome then pretty."

Sorin, years of experience having taught him that very little can be scary, grinned at the man, letting the fangs flash against the street lights. "Why don't you let that kitty in you come out and play. It's been a while since I've had a good chase." Sorin leaned in and dropped a kiss on the man's nose. He skipped backwards, out of claw-range. "Are you ever going to give me a name?" he asked.

This was probably some form of suicide, Sorin thought as he watched the man. He seemed to be having issues controlling himself. He probably had very few men come onto him in public places, much less kiss him twice in ten minutes. Yes, Sorin thought as the man snarled at him, this diversion was turning out for the better.

[Maira]

Kiyo's vision blurred just a little as his head smacked against the cement wall behind him as he was slammed into it. Right then, he realized he wasn't dealing with any random suicidal human. This man had to be something more, he was too strong not to be. He was still verging on suicidal however because he insisted on calling Kiyo pretty.

Guardian was again fighting with Kiyo for control when the man flashed his fangs. In response to Sorin's challenge to come out and play, Guardian snarled at him. It wouldn't just be a nice little chase, it would be a Hunt. Kiyo and Guardian hadn't been this angry in ages. When Sorin kissed him on the nose, rather like he'd done to his various nieces over the years, Kiyo hissed and swung at the man. His fingers were once again tipped with claws and Kiyo couldn't help but idly wonder when that had happened...

While he took a moment to wonder, he managed to shove Guardian back long enough to grumble out an answer to Sorin's query for his name. "I don't know why on Earth you want to know, but my name is Kiyo Mori, and the "kitty" as you called him is Guardian." Said kitty was not pleased at having his name put out there for this maniac vampire to know and he promptly deserted Kiyo.

With the sudden absence of his other half, Kiyo's rigid posture against the wall softened a bit and his overly intense emotions cooled just a tad. Then, with a slightly synical laugh he muttered, "I don't think Guardian likes you very much, and I'm not sure if I agree with him or not."

[Demeter]

Sorin grinned. He liked the sound of that. All he had to do was get the cat out of way and the man was a bit more docile. Knowing that a punch would be less painful then having claws gouge out hunks of his flesh, Sorin bounded forward again and leaned nexto to Kiyo. "You can't really decide if you like me until you get to know me."

All he had to do was win over the cat and this man would be...well, not putty but somesort of shapable clay. He wondered if Guardian liked heat. Most cats liked to sleep in warm, sunny spots, didn't they? Deciding to experiment, Sorin cranked up his own internal heater and waited to see what would happen.

"I am sorry about earlier. I was pretty sure that I'd be able to talk my way out of being killed by you. Tanya, that's the girl who's convinced I'm her Prince Charming, has this giant Wolven guy for a father. He'd maul me and then ask the questions. I mean, it's not like I want my students stalking me or crawling into my bed. Do you know how disturbing it is to come home and find a nude, seventeen-year-old boy rolling around your bed?"

He paused to consider the man next to him. "Of course you don't. You can't stomach having another man's tongue shoved down your throat. Which, I'll have you know, is a damn shame. You've got a fine ass and a wicked tongue. Has anyone ever told you that?"

He grinned at Kiyo. "Of course people have told you that. Probably all women as well. It's a damn shame that a man like you is straighter then a ruler. I'd do you in a second if I thought you'd let me live afterwords."

[Maira]

The longer that Sorin the warmer he seemed to get and Kiyo had to wonder if he happened to be a vampire of the Keahi line like his one-time brother in law. They all tended to run a bit on the warm side, or so Saiyuri had told him once, and it would explain this man's very warm body. Of course, if Sorin would just quit leaning against him he wouldn't be feeling the man's bodyheat at all.

Guardian was quietly rising to the surface again, he -did- like the warmth emanating from the other man and he couldn't help but want to get closer to the source. The only thing that kept him from outright purring and trying to curl up against the source of warmth was the fact that Kiyo still wanted to throttle the man.

All those comments about his ass and his tongue were really starting to make Kiyo twitch. Why the HELL was this man hitting on him? It was just wrong. Creepy too. When Sorin so blatantly said he wanted to have sex with him, Kiyo stiffened again and his eyes went wide. Okay, that was just taking things a bit to far! "Honestly Sorin, I don't want to get to know you. I just don't do men." That said, Kiyo shoved Sorin away and Shifted. In an instant, Guardian was running full speed down the alley away from Sorin.

[Demeter]

Sorin watched as Kiyo-Guardian skittered off into the night. He smiled to himself. It had been a while since he had that much fun. He'd have to find the man again, if only to torment him. Some discreet questioning of band groupies earned him the information that Kiyo Mori was, in fact, Kiyo's name. He found the name, along with the name of an auto shop, in the phone book. As he walked back to his car, the Aston Martin Vanquish that he slaved over, Sorin plotted.

A few days later, once he was sure that Kiyo believed the whole episode to be a dream, Sorin let the Vanquish's engine roar as he peeled out of the school's parking lot. The motorhead students worshiped his car, instead of him, and security guards hated it. Mostly because he tended to peel out of the parking lot every afternoon and screeched in every morning.

He rolled through town, fingers drumming along with the MP3 player plugged into the stero system. He grinned as he thought of Kiyo. The man would hit the roof when Sorin strolled into the shop. He would be living proof that Kiyo had been propostioned by anothe rman. Sorin quietly pulled into the parking lot. He wanted to surprise him.

He went in through one of the open bays and shot glares at Kiyo's employees until they discovered pressing reasons to huddle in the office. Kiyo, head buried in a engine, didn't seem to notice.

Sorin leaned against the car. "Hello, Lover," he whispered into Kiyo's ear. "Did you miss me?"

[Maira]

Kiyo loved his day job. Almost loved it more than the nights he decided to go out with the boys and play in the clubs. So, when this beautiful old blue mustang rolled in, something clunking and thumping under the hood, Kiyo had almost purred. Not because the idiot driving the lovely old car had obviously abused it, but because he -loved- working on older cars. Newer ones had too many damn computer parts in them to make them interesting. If anything they were annoying and he left those to three employees he had.

He'd been playing in this particular beat up engine for a little over an hour already when a hauntingly familiar voice whispered words in his ear that he only ever wanted to hear from a woman. To say he was startled was a total understatement. He jumped nearly out of his skin, whacked his head on the hood of the car, and then stumbled backwards only to trip on something on the floor which caused him to land flat on his ass on the cement floor.

"Damnit Sorin! What the HELL are you doing in my garage?!" Kiyo demanded gruffly as he hauled himself up off the floor. His ass was likely going to turn a lovely shade of purple, at least where he'd landed on that damn wrench he'd had stashed in his back pocket, and he was suddenly not in a good mood anymore.

Guardian, who normally slept while Kiyo tinkered in his garage, roused at the strong emotions surging through Kiyo. Realizing just who was the cause of those emotions, Guardian's hackles rose and his temper only added to Kiyo's, making Kiyo's posture stiffen and his glare even sharper.

[Demeter]

Sorin grinned. That cat was back. He was starting to like Guardian. He dangled his car key, complete with the Astin Martin logo embossed on leather keyfob. "My baby needs a tune up. It's been a while since someone skilled as you, apparently, has been under the hood." Sorin wiggled the keys.

"I don't trust my babies with just anyone." Then, of course, he noticed the Mustang. He knew nothing about engines other then basic maintainence. He wandered over and ran his hands over the car. "Hello, lovely lady. I don't have one in this color, yet. How much will it take before your own parts ways with you."

He turned to Kiyo. "Don't let your employee's go joy riding in the Vanquish. I just had her detailed. How much do you charge for house calls. I recently got ahold of a Shelby GT 500 that needs help. Poor baby was left to sit in a junkyard for a few years. She needs a complete overhaul."

Sorin cooed at the Mustang. He glanced at Kiyo. "Why the hell are you still in the floor, Kiyo. Do I freak you out that much.?"

He walked over and held a hand out. "I'm not going to jump you yet. I met a very lovely, very agile college senior after you left me in that alley. He's willing to let me jump him but he won't last." Sorin sighed. "They never do."

[Maira]

Most of what Sorin said just sailed right over his head as Kiyo eyed the key fob in the other man's hand. Okay, so while -most- newer vehicles drove him batty, there was no way in hell he was going to let his employees get their grubby paws on that particular car. Even Kiyo could appreciate and Aston Martin Vanquish. In fact, he had to fight very hard not to scramble up off the floor and run out to the parking lot to drool over it...

The few key words that stuck in Kiyo's mind before his attention fully returned to Sorin, instead of his keys, were: house calls, Shelby GT 500, junkyard and overhaul. What brought him back to his senses was Sorin asking if he freaked Kiyo out that much and then offering him and hand up. He nearly didn't take the offered hand, and nearly fell back on his ass when Sorin then continued to brag about some college senior he'd managed to get into bed.

Ugh.

Kiyo seriously didn't want to know the details of the other man's love life, so instead of even justifying those statements with a response, Kiyo addressed those words from before. "I don't make house-calls except for family, nobody ever has the proper equipment or space for me to work if the actually -need- the house-call. But, if you can afford a Vanquish, I'm sure you've got the space and I can bring my own tools if it means I get to work on that new car of yours. It really pisses me off when people leave something like that to die in a junkyard."

[Demeter]

Sorin tossed the keys at Kiyo. "Thats why I bought it and had it towed back to my garage. I have a three story Victorian with a custom built, climate controled garage with a hydralic lift. I don't like taking my babies to garages. Things might happen to them. Go, poke at the Vanquish. She'll be coming home with me.You can come along, if you want. Some mechanics call my garage a complete, orgasmic experience."

Sorin waved as he walked into the office. He grinned at Kiyo's employees, smirking when they suddenly scattered. He did enjoy freaking people out. He poured himself some coffee, picked up a magazine some tweleve months out-of-date and settled in to wait Kiyo out. When he heard the loud purr of the Vanquish, he grinned. He did love the sound of a well cared for car.

Kiyo's employees rushed out to stare at the car. If he found one smudge on the shiney black paint, he'd fry someone. He wondered how well Kiyo handled the task of painting a car. He watched through the plate glass window while Kiyo worked on the Vanquish, grinning when the man bent over the engine. He enjoyed that view.

Once Kiyo reluctantly returned the keys, Sorin handed him a business card. "Why don't you come out on Saturday, say around noon. I'll let you play in the garage."

[Maira]

He couldn't decide if he wanted to bother bringing his tools or not. Honestly, he wasn't sure he even wanted to go. When Sorin had handed him a business card and told him to come out on Saturday at noon to "play" in the garage, Kiyo had nearly laughed in the man's face. He'd been more than happy to tinker with the Vanquish's engine since Sorin had brought her in. To actually go to the crazy man's house was something else all together.

Since it was 11:30am and the vampire would likely call and harass him if he didn't show up, Kiyo sighed in resignation and shoved his wallet into his back pocket, pulled on his sneakers and grabbed something to tie his hair back just in case he actually wound up sticking his head into the promised Shelby GT.

When he pulled up in front of Sorin's house, he had to nod at the man's taste. His sister's mother had a big nice house, but this one was just classy. It was something you expected to see in an old movie.

With one last sigh, Kiyo decided that it was just time to suck it up and go see if the man actually had a car for him to tinker with or if he was just trying to lure him in to attempt to have his way with him. A slight shudder ran up his spine at that thought, and he had to drag up memories of a certain female cheetah he'd had the pleasure of pleasuring a couple months prior. Sanura was an interesting woman and a downright feisty feline and the fact that she had allowed Kiyo close to her without skewering him he considered a major miracle. She had some pretty hefty intimacy issues.

He was still smirking ever so slightly from the memories of Sanura when he wrapped his knuckles against Sorin's front door.

[Demeter]

Sorin answered the door looking considerably less put together then usual. He was barefoot, had his hair pulled back in a tail and wore the pair of reading glasses he used when grading papers. For a moment, he blinked owlishing at Kiyo, trying to remember just why the feline was on his doorstep. Then, of course, he remembered. "Right. GT. Hold on a sec." He shuffled away from the door to the keybox kept in the utility room. He grabbed the keys to the garage and to the Shelby GT. He stuffed his feet into a pair of trainers and shuffled back.

"Sorry, I've been grading papers for several hours now. So far, they are okay..minus the few who wax poetic about me for five paragraphs. I really got to do something about this...infatuation my students seem to have with me. Right this way." He bounced down the porch steps and lead the way down the path to the garage behind the house. "Everything you need should be in there."

He unlocked and went through the side door before opening the first out the bay doors for Kiyo. He pointed to the car currently balanced on the hydralic lift. "That's the GT. Be gentle with her. She's had a rough life." He waved a hand at the rest of the cars in the room. The Vanquish and it's Aston Martin siblings, the Porsches, the Ferraires, and the various classic cars lingering around the building. He even leaned over to pat the blue mustang, his newest toy. "You can play with the others if you want as well."

He unlocked the key box that held all the keys for his cars. He tossed the keys to the toolboxes to Kiyo. "I'll be in the house. Just hollar if you need anything." Then he leaned over and pecked a quick kiss on Kiyo's cheek before skipping out of the garage.

[Maira]

Kiyo was rather amused to see Sorin in anything less than his seemingly perfect attire. A small smirk actually tugged at the corner of his mouth as he noticed the older vampire wore glasses. He waited patiently while Sorin went to grab some keys and then led the way to the garage.

Once inside the garage, Kiyo was able to understand why Sorin had said some mechanics called his garage an orgasmic experience. He could see the tool boxes lined up against one wall, there was more than one hydralic lift though only one currently had a vehicle on it. His new project, the Shelby GT. And all of the other gorgeous cars in that garage were just enough to literally make Kiyo purr.

And purr he did, totally oblivious to anything else Sorin was saying, until suddenly Sorin's lips planted themselves on Kiyo's cheek. He swatted at the man, as he hissed, and went over to go dive into his dream job, tinkering in a garage full of beautiful (and potentially beautiful) cars that was fully stocked with any, and every, tool he could ever possibly need.

*****

Only when his stomach started to cramp up painfully did Kiyo decide it was time to pull himself out of the carcass of the Shelby GT. He had pulled out the engine and was currently upside down inside trying desperately to get a bolt off so that he could remove the dashboard. Kiyo had already decided, whether Sorin cared or not, that he was going to repaint her. The engine was totally thrashed and he had a list of parts he was going to go back to the shop and order, but while he waited for those to come in, he was going to paint his girl. He might let Sorin help pick out the color but the man had unleashed him in the garage so likely he trusted Kiyo's judgement.

When his stomach cramped up again, Kiyo muttered, "Okay, okay, I give!" Then he climbed out of the car and look at the destruction he'd wraught on her. "My poor baby," he crooned at the beat up rusty hulk of a car as he patted her. He hurried to clean and put away the tools he'd gotten out and tried to tidy his mess as best he could, but as he planned on being back bright and early in the morning he wasn't too meticulous.

As soon as everything was in some semblance of order, Kiyo turned toward the door that led back to the house and spotted Sorin watching him from the doorway. The look on the man's face was unreadable so Kiyo couldn't help but wonder if he was in trouble for tearing the Shelby apart as much as he had.

"The engine is toast, I had to pull it to find out what all parts I need. It'd probably be cheaper to buy a whole new engine but I want to get original parts for her. They're going to be harder to find but as I can tell you appreciate cars, I figured that having her original would be best. If you want me to just order a new engine I can. Either way, it'll take time for the parts to get here so I was going to gut her and paint her." Then, a thought occurred to him and he looked around the garage for any sign of what he was looking for. "Umm, do you have a room for me to paint her in or do we need to haul her to my shop?"

[Demeter]

Sorin watched Kiyo, buried in the Shelby, and smiled. He still wore his glasses. He could only grin as Kiyo puttered around, cleaning up after himself. When he all but stuttered out the needs of the car, Sorin grinned a pulled a folded peice of paper from his pocket. "Go wild and get the original parts, Kiyo. Here's a blank check. Just fill in what's needed."

When the man gaped at the check, Sorin laughed. "I'm over a millenium old, Kiyo, I've managed to stuff some savings away. I only work because it keeps me from becoming bored. After all, how can a person be bored when they have to watch out for hormonal teenagers waiting to ambush them."

When the feline's stomach growled, Sorin laughed. "I suppose I should feed you. Come on in to the main house when you finish out here. I'll order a pizza."

[Maira]

When he was a kid his father had handed him blank checks, but that was just to get gas in the family vehicle or groceries from the store. Never before had he been told to "go wild" on a car by a client. They always wanted to have their fingers in the pot, nitpicking and micromanaging every minute detail even though they -never- actually knew as much as they thought they did.

For a moment he gaped at the blank check then he took it, pulled out his wallet and placed it inside the hidden pocket. If nobody but him knew it was there then nobody could abuse it. As soon as he got home it was going in his firesafe and it wouldn't come out again until all the parts had been ordered, paid for and installed. He would then write the check for what the parts cost him and nothing more. He was working on this car out of love for the car, not to make money. If he actually wanted to charge Sorin, and everybody would be calling him a fool for not doing it, he would in fact make a killing.

At the offer of food, Kiyo's thoughts on money and Sorin's age, quickly dissappeared. Pizza sounded downright delicious. Going in the house though.... Kiyo really didn't want to put himself at Sorin's mercy just yet. The man may be letting him play with his cars, but he had already come on to Kiyo multiple times and that was enough to make the leopard in him very skittish.

"Why don't we eat outside on your back porch," he suggested instead as he walked out of the garage and shut the door behind him. He'd seen the porch on the back of the house through one of the windows along the backside of the garage and it was huge. It overlooked a very nice backyard too that didn't seem to have any fence. If he needed to shift and run away (again...) at least he'd be able to.

[Demeter]

Sorin blinked at Kiyo and grinned. Well, to be exact, he leered more then he grinned. He gave Kiyo's body one long, lazy once over. "Scared of being chained up in my basement? No need to worry, I reserve the chains for the people who want to be tied up. Pizza on the porch, one hour."

He walked away from the outbuilding, giving Kiyo a fingerwave over his shoulder. He ambled into his kitchen, snatched up the phone and speed-dialed his favorite pizza place. He didn't bother with cooking, For one, most of his attempts ended up as blobs with questionable origins. He did, however, have things like plates and napkins. He set those out, along with a couple of beers, on the porch table.

It took forty five minutes for the pizza to arrive. Kiyo seemed content to hide in the outbuilding. Sorin flirted with the delivery girl while he paid. She flirted back. It was a long standing game between them as he was a frequent delivery customer. Once the bill was settled, Sorin carred the extra largr pie to the back porch. He hollared for Kiyo to get his ass over to the porch before he ate the entire thing.

Once the feline sat across from him, Sorin considered him. He was obviously freaked out by the thought of Sorin coming onto him but what was the extent? "So, is it just the thought of me jumping your bones that causes you to panic or is it the idea of two men jumping their mutual bones?"

[Maira]

The shiver that ran up his spine at the thought of being chained up by Sorin couldn't be supressed when the man suggested it. Instead of dwelling on it too much, Kiyo just nodded and wandered back into the garage while they waited for pizza to arrive. He wanted to drool over the other cars some more to try and distract him from the mental image of him being chained up and Sorin having his way with him.

After about 45 minutes, Kiyo couldn't distract himself any longer and he was about to head out to the back porch when suddenly Sorin was yelling for him. "Perfect timing," he said to himself as he jogged from the garage to the back porch of the house. At the sight of a steaming pizza box and a couple bottles of beer he couldn't help but smile.

After grabbing a piece of pizza out of the box, he was about to take a bite, when Sorin dropped a bomb on him. That same shiver from earlier shimmied up Kiyo's spine and he had to set his pizza down before he could answer. Looking straight at the other man he answered honestly, "My sister's ex-husband routinely jumps another man's bones as do various other members of her family. That doesn't bother me at all. Its just the thought of any man wanting to jump -my- bones that freaks me out."