." His right palm on the wall; his lips lean into her left cheek bone, smells across her skin to her ear, "Yes, I feel like that some days..", his voi...e drops in octaves, "Actually...I am ...not waiting..", his lips caress around the soft skin below her ear, "Do...I have your consent?" They are far from the crowd, unnoticeable. The over hang gave them their own sense of privacy, a dark shade in the remote corner of the club. Alex’s fingers on his left hand combs Claire's blond hair away from. ”“They dress like humans, and I don’t recognize any of them. I don’t think they came from Terrillia.”“You don’t know every elf in the forest, do you?”“No, of course not, but I spent the last eight years in the border camp closest to Tyrsall. If they came from the forest, I should have seen some of them, unless they’ve been here a long time. And I never heard of this many people leaving—just a few, like me, going on their travels.”“Then maybe they grew up here.”“Meritia always said there were. She was his trophy wife, however, and she was tired of being just that. Devin spent much of his time working. When he was not, the rest of his time was devoted to his various hobbies and interests. Seldom did he stop and thank or appreciate his wife for all she does. He was more interested in himself and his hobbies than his wife. Seldom did he truly make love to her, romance her, or take her out for a night on the town, let alone a simple dinner at a nice restaurant. Annabel felt alone. She. However, the next five lines have been sung, each time, by the little girl ... until now. As had been done last week, Wander Shyler’s keyboard takes the place of the missing singer’s vocals. It isn’t long before it begins to show on Paul; as much as little boys may not want it to be so, they cry too, and while no tears are visible until halfway through his next singing part, this was a part the children sang together. When it’s time for him to again sing alone, his voice cracks and he stops.