But he didn’t examine the logic of what he was doing, or the motivations, very much. His mind was too consumed with images drawn from the past and f...ntasies of the future, visions of her flesh under his control. And the idea of her considerable intellect and will subsumed to his was a powerful drug all its own, one that made any reservations he had utterly irrelevant. While they were now supposedly ‘just friends’–a bunch of manipulative female bullshit if he’d ever heard any–he’d never stopped. 'Is that woman really a Mist Lord?!' Seeing that the gap between him and Zetsa continued to shrink, he became frantic. But even at the same cultivation level and with the help of a movement technique, how could he compare to Zetsa when a genuine Advanced phase Mist Lord, such as the deceased Fang Lor, lost to her in one move and without a chance to retaliate? If Mejar had bother to look carefully, he would have discovered that after he took the capsule, Zetsa sole response was to push her legs. Weren't you feeling well yesterday?"I looked up and he was almost straight in front of me. I responded, "No Nathan, I had a rough evening the day before and I needed time to recuperate. I still do."He just smiled and said, "Well I'm glad you're feeling a little better. You sure look hot in that dress. If I can make a suggestion though, I think you would look much better if you unbuttoned one more button at the top."I looked down. I had left enough buttons open this morning to satisfy him. I. I’m sure she was well aware of what normally came in a box that size.Mandy tore off the paper, then once the box was opened looked a little confused when inside was a pink and white vinyl bag. But the moment she pulled it out she seemed to know exactly what it was. She gave Linda a huge hug, then carefully unzipped it.And screamed as she pulled out the skates. She then jumped up and gave me a huge hug, almost bouncing as she did so. Then she gave Peggy a hug, bouncing and saying she had her own.