Stickle thanked me. She had a wicked smile, full lips coated with just the right shade of lip-gloss. John Thomas reacted positively. Then another surp...ise, a second red headed female appeared. After introduction, I learned it was Kianna’s fourteen year old daughter: Paige. She had the same attributes as her mother, just a bit smaller. When our eyes met, she appeared to challenge me, why I had no idea. She and her mom wore the same scent, maddening for me, and hell on poor John Thomas.. He takes HIS whip out. She hates HIS whip. Every other toy he calls 'theirs,' but this one is his alone. It hurts the most. He only uses this when his desire has not been met. He hit's her only twelve times before it starts to cut. He tells her to count eight more whippings before he will stop. She knows he just wants to hear her voice crack, but if she does not speak loud enough then it doesn't count. She got 14 more whippings instead of eight. She loved it, but she hated it all at once. She. You’ll probably want to wear something warmer than usual because I know you get cold easily.’ ‘I know,’ she said hopping off the bed. ‘I brought some comfy yoga pants. But instead of wearing the shirt I brought I think I’ll wear… this one.’ In her pause I saw her looking through my wardrobe. She pulled out one of my T-Shirts, this one with a picture of the DeLorean from Back to the Future running into the Tardis from Dr. Who. It’s a great time-travel joke! She put it on, and somehow managed to. The primitives of Adar would learn that her path was superior. And if that meant they had to be ground under heel, so be it. After they learned, so would the world. She entered the cavern closest to her chambers. It was massive, hollowed out by the elements and the centuries. Lit from the ceiling by the sheets of white light, she walked one of the paths between rows and rows of her creatures. The air was warm and cloying being so close to the ley lines, creating an environment perfect for them.