Even so, they had been together at least three years. Had Eric been that possessive with her, or is this something he’d developed after her death?Pe...haps, she suddenly thought, he was possessive because of his wife’s death. He’d lost the woman most important in his life, and he wasn’t going to let any other woman go. But hadn’t he told her that his wife had found him too possessive? Of course, that didn’t mean that he’d been this possessive.Well, he was obeying orders. It really wasn’t all. Thankfully, she had not talked about it but I found out later that the girls had talked at length about catching me last week by the pond.When I asked where Tricia and Bren were, Barb informed me that Tricia was getting braces and Bren was working with their dad.So, there I was alone with Barb and her amazing bikini-clad ass. I didn’t know what to do, but Barb had ideas.Barb grabbed me by the ankles and jerked me in the pool, then darted away towards the deep end of the pool.When I came up for. However, you ought to sell one of the other buildings you have as soon as you can, as it’s bleeding you dry of cash.” This wasn’t quite what Gill wanted to hear. She had been determined to hold onto everything she and Martin had built up, but it was also true that the last three years had drained her of both energy and, more importantly, anything like an income. With their meeting drawing to a close, Gill idly watched as Steve drained his latest coffee. He was clearly older than her and their. No sooner had I sat down than the same man approached me and beckoned me to follow him. He led me down a hidden stairwell to the basement, where several people, similarly dressed as him, stood in a circle. "This is the Warlock's Guild," the man said. "We have been watching you, Dalas. You seem like you do... rather well by joining our ranks. Come, and be inducted. We shall teach you everything you need to know..."And, that's what leads me here. Stranded. On Kalimdor. In the middle of the.