(I like the idea :) so much mystery created by Isa's existance.)<br/><br/>There was much no one knew about Jason. One is that he has never hit a woman or even a child in his entire life. When disciplining his children a light pop on the hand or bottom. Then time out or taking a toy away for a set period of time. He never truly spanked. He hated people who did so. To him it felt as if it was an act of violence. Something strong and unforgiveable. And as such he would NEVER spank them. He felt tension as soon as he got close. He might not be able to see the woman yet he could feel it.<br/><br/>And her thoughts. Oh how they echoed and rang out in his head. Beneath the cloth his bangs hid well...his eyebrow arches.<span style="font-style: italic">playboy type? And he thought he had issues. He was not a playboy. In fact the one and only women he'd ever been with...was his ex-wife. She had been a rich bitch. Yet a gold digger. Bled him dry of his money. Took his house and home. Left him with two newborn babies and his meager hidden savings. He had and still did...use his money for feeding and clothing his kids first. And if there was a few pennies left over for himself...then he did for him.</span><br/><br/>He sighs and kisses the forehead of each of his little ones. "I love you two so much." he whispers. "You two are the only purpose and meaningful people in my life. You my pride and joy. The only treasures and the keepers of the love of my heart." he says. Pretending the two women were not there at the moment.<br/><br/>He sighs and lifts his head. Thinking on her words. Hearing her tone. "I'm sure. You sound as pleased to see me as one would be to see a bed of spikes and venomous snakes beneath you rather than a cushiony feather throw." he says. His tone filled with a distant and clearly guarded tone.. "I am on the other hand only slightly delighted to meet you. Your disliking of me rings out with each and every word you speak." he says. His tone was gentle, kind, and not in the slightest harsh. Just stating facts.<br/><br/>He tilts his head to the side. "Nice to meet you Miss Isa." he turns his face to Parisa. "And you as well Miss Parisa." he says. Blinking and pales when she asked the whole items thing. "If your expecting me to see your actions Miss Isa...I can. But not in the way<span style="font-style: italic">normal</span>people do." He said normal as if it was a disgusting and hateful term. To him it was. His ex-wife was abusive and took what she wanted. Raped him as she was older and had more influence in the world. Seduced him and forced him to be hers.<br/><br/>He was young and stupid then. Not but 17 when she forced him to marry her due to her creating herself a pregnancy. Which occured during one of her physically abusive rape sessions. He as such had a low self-esteem and no trust level for women. They were dangerous people. Hateful too. Experience taught him only his kids were trustable and no one else. Pain came from trusting another.<br/><br/>He shakes his head. "No. Everything I have is in my arms. My ex-wife bled me dry. Left me for a richer man. Left me my little ones. They are the greatest treasure in the world to me. I wouldn't trade having them for anything or anyone." he turns his face to Parisa. "If you think to attempt taking my kids from me...I will not play nice. There are ways to fight a woman that does not involve violence. Or ANY act requiring touching them." he mutters also. "Not making that mistake again." he shakes his head. "Where are me and my kids staying?"