He and Maddie knew where she hid the key; he retrieved it from behind the washing machine and checked the charge level on his iPhone: down to 35%, now... That was bad. He needed the flashlight in the kitchen cupboard, because God knew when he’d get to recharge the phone. He couldn’t allow it to die; it was his only means of contact with the outside world. He also had a pathological fear of the dark, and the basement was pitch dark without the phone. Get moving, he told himself. Grabbing the post. As a first step, I was taken to a photographic studio where many pictures were taken of me wearing a variety of garments and undergarments, plus some nude shots. These were placed on Monique's website to advertise my charms as her new duo partner. I was unwilling that my face should be clearly visible, so the photos were doctored to blur my features. I still thought myself recognizable, but Monique assured me that no one at home would connect me with the woman on their screens. I invested some. And when it smacks me in the face, I hurt for it. And I guess your text did just that. I wanted to tell you that at lunch, but when I saw you and how happy you were and those big brown eyes looking at me so carefree, I didn’t want to ruin it. I know what we have, truly I do. It’s purely sexual. And I really thought I was able to separate sex from feelings. I thought if I could have sex like a man purely to just have sex without guilt, feelings or emotions, it would be fun. But I’m finding the. I think the muzzle blast also singed him a little."How many of you shall I kill before you let me have his widow and possessions?" I asked, after the noise died down."None. You did not tell me you had magic," he said."And you didn't ask before you let your mouth overload your ass."He turned red in the face after Catla translated, but he got over it. Then he offered to lead us to his camp so we could make sure we got all the dead one's things and his mate."That will be good. Some of those surely.