No doubt Dorry will be a person of interest for a good long while,” Morgana replied.“Brianna? Merlin’s daughter?” Mage Sofya asked curiously. ...��I often wondered what had become of her.”“Yes, she’s heading a project for me regarding the gulag ladies,” Rowenna replied. Though she didn’t mention that Brianna was my wife, as it wasn’t common knowledge.“If you believe she’s a good choice, again no objection from me,” Sofya shrugged, clearly deciding that asking where would get her nowhere.“Assuming. Not good, not very sexy to have bruises there if you’re a woman. Or is it? And now, I would have bruises on my ass, too. A few minutes later, everything was finished. The creature released my hands and then stretched out his arms and looked up – a vol’over’s way of saying ‘respect’, ‘take care, ‘was nice meeting you’ or something along those lines. I wondered where I had put those knickers, not that I was too keen on putting them back on. Derek remained seated (I wonder why…), but Lily quickly. .” She was trying to talk me back to alertness, having confused my short attention span for oncoming unconsciousness. She brushed her hand across my face and kept speaking, urging me to try and remain awake.Her hand felt like a spring breeze as she brushed a stray hair off face. My hormones responded to her kindness and beauty. I felt myself wakening more by the minute and Tara seemed to come alive as I did.The troubling thing was that even as I accepted my death as Phil Rasmussen and the grief. I sat blushing in her hall, but again the sound vibrated through the apartment again although this time I noticed it wasn't Ms. Marge's yet a female sound.And it wasn't all that terrible; I could sense it carried a bit of pleasure in it. Anyhow I was still in my place when she emerged from the room asking me about my ideas for the account.Somehow I managed to neglect all about the sound and explained my proposal briefly to her. Ms. Marge looked pleased,"To tell you the truth Nina I didn't.