I kissed her again and this time undid the top button of her Levis. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked again, all coquettish ‘I want to feel you�... I groaned I slid my hand down her tight little p*nts and it was a whole different ball game down there, I can tell you. She was VERy hot, and soaking. The jeans were so tight I could not get a f*nger into her, however. ‘Take these off’ I said She pulled her jeans down and off and her kni*kers with them. ‘Why do you want me to take them off?’ she. The last sticky bomb had not worked out well.And then I felt the X. The sleeping bomb.I yanked it out as I reached the fight. Shards of rocks burst through the air, smashed by the dragon. Rubble covered the ground. Faoril's magic flew around me. She was doing so much amazing things. She smoothed the ground around Angela. Rocks and rubble melted and flowed, filling in holes, clearing out tripping hazards, giving her a flat ground to fight on so she could battle the dragon while the mage's winds. “What? No!” she cried. Circling the space formerly occupied by the portal, she discovered no telltale line drawn on the air; running her hands frantically through the empty space yielded no hard surface. Leda had taken the gate.“No!” she screamed again. “Leda!” Grabbing the tote, she hurled it through where the gate should be, watched it fly spinning through the air, haphazardly disgorging its contents across the floor. “No!” she screamed, again. “You can’t do this, Leda!”Furious, she whirled. “Hi Uncle Roger, how has your day been?” she asked and if she knew exactly how his day had been it may not be what she wants to hear so he compromised, “Oh Hi Ella, not bad, helped your mum out earlier and got in a mess” he answered with a smile.“Ah, that’s why mum washed your clothes and lent you dads robe” she said with a giggle.She put the clothes on the desk and sat in the chair while they chatted, it was difficult for Roger to concentrate as she had on her uniform and he was convinced her.