Sometimes in her dreams Marcus or James shared what they had done while she wasn't the main one as a dream for her. However they would change it a bit. Giggling Niyana looked to him and stood, "Alright! You will love this! Ot was awesome!" she giggled and looked to her mom who was helping Bobby. With that glance she began to speak and once in a while would add in a goofy acting bit, "Well alright I was in his lab. Can't remember what or why I was there for but Jonah did something bad. Any-who i was trying to sneak out but he caught me! He goes to grab my hair and I stomp his foot above the joint. He swings a punch and i block. Jumpign back i nearly fall into the wall, looking to him I glare as he starts stalkingly coming closer... step by step. My eyes narrow. His do too! Getting closer to me I jump up and spin kick him in the jaw and land all cool like on the ground and swip my leg at him like a tail and knock him over! He falls over like all slow motion with a cry of 'aaaaaaaaaah thig buggy hurps'. I broke his nose. WITH MY FOOT!!" she held her foot up and poited, "I go to run, he grabs me and i head butt him in the nose with an 'aye-yah'! he cries like a baby and lets me go. and I get away feeling proud." all the while Tammy had cleaned his back off gently as well as warned him that she was  going to salt his back. Which was why he had pain killers. She continued to rub salts into the wounds knowing it stung and hurt like hell but she was making it  stop bleeding before she put a salve she had over the gashes. From the looks of it, Jonah might have raped Bobby. She knew James was plotting to beat his ass. So she wasn't goign to go be a bad ass MF on her ex husband. She'd let James do that.<br/><br/><br/>Jonah stood waiting, looking pissed. He knew Bobby was with his ex but why lie to him. That pissed him off. Seeing Mui he grinned inwardly and crouched down stroking him on the face before slapping him and stood before kicking him, "You know better than to hide when you know I'm angry Mui." Crouching down again he looked to the boy and ran a hand through his hair, so much to do to the little mouse boy. He was his. Not his princess'. Sally had been her's not Mui. His hand slid from Mui's cheek down the boy's chest as he plotted on what to do to the boy.