She peered into my eyes. She had these almond brown eyes thatwere hypnotic."You will love giving head to your husband. Your enjoyment will comefrom gi...ing him enjoyment. Every time you make him cum, there will be atingle of excitement that can be duplicated no where else. The desireto wear lipstick will be a constant one. You will not feel likeyourself if your lips are not pretty and if you are not wearing somemakeup. You will love making yourself pretty as it is always a form offoreplay. You. ”“This is uncomfortable; it’s hurting my neck.” Whoosh — the pillowswhere pulled out from under her head.“Anything else?” he asked, tossing the pillows on the floor with thecomforter.She pulled her ‘pouty face’ trying to get some sympathy, but he justlaughed quietly and knelt down beside the bed.“Look up, Trisha…” he said in a very soft voice.She didn’t want to but couldn’t help looking. There she was, all. It hurts a lot, and you clench your fists hard enough to draw blood as you lay reeling from the mental barrage. Slowly your breathing settles down and you start searching through your new memories from the beginning.As you search one thing becomes abundantly clear. None of his actions ever caused you or anyone around you any harm."Okay. It's clear you weren't trying to hurt me. Why is that? Am I your protege or something?" Nah, nothin like that. Yer special to me, an' I love ya like my own. Verus picked up the elven bow and handed it to her, taking up an Islander bow himself. "I don't try to live up to anything. I simply do what I do, I guess." They began walking toward the gates, Denthius awaited them there, carrying two local-style rucksacks of food."God be with you, Lady Emogen and Primus Pilum Verus," said the Centurion, and he saluted the old soldier with his fist over his heart. "Good luck."Verus nodded. "We'll need it, I'm sure," he said.At Denthius' command, one gate swung.