Angelle's mine and the rest of the world belongs to Joss as least as far as Firefly is concerned.

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Frustration, Irritation, or the polite ways of saying I was seriously PISSED OFF and when I am at that point, I have learned the only effective way to calm my nerves is to shoot the source. Only kidding, but it would fix the problem. You know maybe Patience has the right idea.

Well, thanks to the upbringing of my parents and some very interesting relatives, I didn't shoot Mal. Instead, I walked to my room and kicked the first thing I saw, which happen to be the body size punching bag that hung from the ceiling. My dear sweet aunt always thought of my needs.

It swung widely and came back to me as I delivered another kick, this time sending it sideways. God, did it feel good. Within minutes, the kicks had become punches and I had begun to work up quite a sweat as clothes were shed left and right.

“Still think you have better form when you're not pissed off about a boy.” A voice from behind made me shift from my right foot and pivot. Aunt Lou Lou stood, a long red satin robe draped around her slender figure. Her long red hair, lighter than mine, lay in tresses, slightly wet from an apparent shower or bath.

Smiling, I just looked at her, my short tank top and thin work out shorts the only thing left on. Breathing heavy from the hour or so I had pummeled the bag, I walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. “I'm not mad about a boy, Lou.”

“Really? Then, answer me why I have a very confused looking captain sitting in my parlor.” She walked over to sit beside me and I felt her arm rubbing my back. “Never thought Sam's daughter would get caught by anyone who wasn't long snouted and baring a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.”

“Don't forget the scaly hide.” I grinned rubbing my sore knuckles. “I'm not falling for him.”

“So you're just up here beating that bag like it killed your best friend because you felt like it.” Lou Lou always read