” She tried to focus on me “Should I tell her I'm home?” Her coat joined her keys on the floor then her shoes were next. Sherry put toe to hee... and pushed them off her feet then bent over to massage her toes “Fucking shoes are tight! My little toes were bent in and squished against the next one and now they hurt but it feels good to spread them out.” I watched as my son’s wife flexed the toes on her feet, they wriggled under the restriction of her nylon stockings. She looked up at then. .I watched the whole sick fucking show and hope you had a good time, Mr. Perverted Pants". I was now getting really nervous that she was going to blow the whole thing wide open then and there, in front of the whole party, because she was drunk, silly and mischievous. But instead, with my heart pounding in my chest while beads of sweat started forming on my forehead, she took a deep breath, stood closer to me, toe to toe and face to face, licked the tip of her middle finger and put it firmly on. Tears started stinging my eyes. "I'm scared that I might do what."Anya clutched my arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it hurt so much."I wiped the tears from my eyes. The silence between us wasawkward; finally, I broke it. "I think I understand. She sawsomething awful, or did something bad, and is afraid to use hermagic like that."Anya noticed the shiver, which pulsed through me. Her eyesnarrowed.I saw her concerned stare, and tried to smile. "Just cold," I lied. Infact, it was partly true; when. As they drew near her, she stepped back,Lifting a hand, and gave command:"He who, upon me, lays a handShall, by the Furies, be attacked."Her bold, brave speech raised whispered words;On every hand, murmuringBuzzed, each wagging tongue the same thingSaid, that each ear the same thing heard:"It is just as we suspected:She is herself a deityOr she, by a divinity,Is most certainly protected!"When the prince screamed, "I want her dead!Arrest her now, and executeMy royal will, or it will suitMe to.