.. Tamara.” He felt so hard and swollen as she took him, locking her arms and driving her hips with vigour to claim her prize. She felt the impendin... release her burden and seized the opportunity; that dull leaden ache had to be expelled. She was tensing, it throbbed through her and kept building with overwhelming speed. Ratcheting up with each lunge from her hips onto him - he met her fully with each one. With a furious deafening growl and a desperate final stab - a deep warmth began to spread. He backed her up into the apartment and slowly shut the door behind him. "Iris, do you want me to leave?" Iris didn't know what to say to this. She knew what she should have said but that wasn't what she wanted. She sometimes wished he'd just leave and not come back. She hated thinking about what this...thing could do to his family and from the looks of it she was pretty sure that Ash didn't care at all, or maybe he was fighting the same battle with his heart as she was. He was impossible to. If she dies, she dies.”“That’s pretty cold.”She looked up from the baby, “I’ve watched more women die in my life than you will likely meet in yours. For you and for him,” she nodded towards the door, “it may be a terrible thing. For me, it’s just another day.”“Someone once told me that if I became a mage, I would become numb to killing people, I haven’t killed anyone yet and never want to. The thought terrifies me already and your lack of caring for her life is not helping.”“I’m not here to. After a thorough warm-up, Coach Budd had us on the 400 metres running track, alternating between sprinting at top speed down the straights with a more measured pace round the bends. I knew I’d come last because I didn’t have a fast sprint but, after my vigorous run the evening before, I was heavy-legged and trailing a disappointing distance behind the ninth placed runner when Coach Budd called a halt.Coach Budd called me over. “Something wrong, Randell? You seem out of sorts.”“Sorry Coach, I.