"Who are all of you?" she asked in perfect Gaelic with a slight Ulster accent."We are the O'Connells. Well, at least part of the O'Connells. We have a...number of other relatives with us in this Reality," Dealla told her."And can all of you do the things that my rescuer did?" she asked."Yes, most of us," Meagan answered."Some of us are Mages and use Green Magic," Dealla added."Who are you?" Maureen asked."My Mother, who was Cherokee, named me Chandra."And my Father, who was Scot-Irish, named me. Neither of us spoke of it, we behaved like it never occurred but secretly in our minds, we relived the occurrence in graphic detail. It was three years after we had been married. We did not have any c***dren yet, and principally were busy building our careers with work and little time taken for fun. Among our friends, we had become known as the boring couple who worked all the time. One hot summer night we were both home when a brief, intense summer thunderstorm knocked out electricity out.. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me. His hands went to my ass and he was grabbing me and squeezing me and pulling me against his groin. I could feel his cock against me and if felt fabulous.The kiss broke and we both moaned in unison into each other's mouths. He took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, where he locked me up in another tongue swallowing kiss that seemed to last forever. All my resistance, not that there was any to start with, was gone and I realized that. “How typical, he cannot refute the facts yet seeks to still the voice of the accuser,” snorted Marja. “I accept for you are as nothing to the Zielona Gora Lycana.”We all stepped back as the herald drew his blade and advanced on Marja, clearly expecting her to draw a blade of her own, or run. Instead she stepped inside his guard so swiftly she seemed to almost blur and her head flowed into that of a wolf as her jaws closed on the throat of the suddenly stricken herald to clamp down and draw.