When he caught up with her again, the light was fading, and he thought they might have made ten or twelve miles. She had a fire going, and looked just...like she always had. She wasn’t breathing hard, and didn’t look tired. He felt better, but wondered what it would be like with no tree to help him back up onto the horse. He couldn’t stay up there all night, though, so, using his left hand on the horn, he supported his weight as he swung his right leg over and stepped down. It wasn’t as bad as he. ‘Why do you stay with him?’ Trent was asking. ‘I can see how horribly he treats you.’ ‘Horrible? You can’t begin to understand how repulsive he is,’ was Laci’s response. ‘He lied to get me to marry him and I’m nothing more than another acquisition. He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything but himself. I truly hate him. I hate the sound of his voice. I hate when he touches me. I hate opening my eyes in the morning and knowing he’s going to be there.’ ‘Let me help you,’. He has been quite busy with work and other projects for a while, but he is about to finish some series and release a new series on the site soon. In honor of this news, several characters from his previous stories have gathered here today for a panel and Q&A session.The audience claps as several individuals make their way onto the stage. MODERATOR (CONT’D) From “Womanless Pageant” and “Valentine’s Switch,” please join me in welcoming Allen and. ..ogling me, making remarks, “accidently” touching my boobs and slapping my bum as soon as we were on our own...ever since I was 13!”“Well, you were quite well endowed by then, weren't you?....I've seen the pictures!”“It's not funny, Mike. Well, it wasn't then, I can assure you! And he still undresses me with his eyes every time we go to see him. That's why I never go to see him on my own. The last time we were there, he followed me into the kitchen and stroked my arse. I gave his hand a good.