A deep sigh eminated from me, and I turned to look at Krista.

"Girl, if you bite me again, I may just spank your ass instead of making love to you." Fortunately, no stitches would be needed.

"Now that that nerve-wracking first time is out of the way, I think perhaps we need to get to know each other a little better. I'll start."

"My father raised me until I was a young teen, and left me on the streets of Chicago. He was a big hunter, a big fisherman, big into himself, no love for anyone else. After some years of fighting on the streets, going to school on my own without registering, auditing classes at a college at the same time because the rooms were open and warm in the evening, I was eighteen and got my first job at a Radio Shack. Access to the parts and information about electronics got me curious. I started building things. Sold a couple to a guy from Seattle. You might know them as "track-pads" on laptop computers. Made a few bucks from lots and lots of different computer companies. Had to go into hiding, so I came up with a couple 'unknown' personnas.... and that got me in trouble. I was picked up just for visiting a friend's house one night; there was a fight, and I was declared 'destitute and incompetent' by the local cops. I fought, and fought when they put me in for observation. Eleven million dollars in banks around the world, more rolling in every day, but I couldn't prove who I was. It frustrated me! I struck out at the Doctor who wouldn't listen. That kept me there. What kept you?"