‘We thought you were on our side, but we can’t have this, you know.’ I think it may have been the patronizing tone in his voice that finally sti...fened my backbone. Suddenly, much to my surprise, I became very angry. Not wildly or unthinkingly angry, but angry in an icy, analytical way that honed my mental processes. Feeling strangely flushed, and suddenly almost drunk with power, I stretched my legs and leaned back in my chair, looking at Steve through half closed eyes. ‘You’ve been on my case. "Release your power."When Tanith told her to disengage Dana initially thought that Tanith was suicidal. That hag was too powerful to let it get the upper hand. But she complied with her wishes, though she kept her powers at the ready just in case."Well, now that is just no fun!" the hag stopped cackling when all of its power bled off."I name you, Imp," Tanith commanded, drawing runes of power in the air. "Show your true self."The hag shrieked in frustration as she spun around and shrank down. Like the bosses to every last bloody bob.The next day I had a bad time. The wife was angry with me for wasting my money on drink, not like she'd not like as not have wasted it on some pointless frill for the girls. Like who did she think we were, bloody toffs? So when I'd had my supper, and she went into a bed colder than a witch's tit, I remembered Charles would be at the pub, talking everyone's ear about union strength and all that tosh. To be honest, I didn't know that I believed in that. She said, “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.” I tried to put her at ease by telling her it was okay and kissing her again. I then unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, letting them hang open. As she watched and continued to look at my shorts hanging open, I tried to pull the shirt off her again, but she wasn’t having any of it. My pants were slowly inching their way down farther and further, and as we kissed, I wanted her to feel and see my cock, in hopes she would want to go farther. I took her.