Six years of Travelling had given Kevin a sense of things.  Not a truly mystical sense as such, though he had a few rituals for that, but a sense won of snap-judgement and gut instincts.  Yes, the cousins were obviously not precisely what they appeared to be.  Their lack of shock at his appearance and their talk of Knights and dragons revealed.  But neither did they seem ill-intentioned.  And if he was wrong, Kevin figured he could always call the Knife if need be.<br/><br/>Kevin kicked off his sneakers and slid his hands under Tabitha's shirt to peel it from her body, kissing her mouth and savoring all her delicious bumps and curves as he did so.  Once stripped to socks and underwear, Kevin reluctantly came up for air.  "I think I'm pulling ahead in the skin race," Kevin said.  "Don't you wanna show me yours while you're seeing mine?"