The old stories of a harpy swooping down and ripping a man’s face off or tearing their throat out, those come from people threatening their eggs or ...hicks.”“What’s so special about their eggs that we need to burn it to dust?”Ikuno switched back to punches but quicker now, “Like all monster girls harpies are highly magical. Even though they tend to be very light for their size and have wings, part of their ability to fly is magic in nature. When they put all of that energy and effort into. It was wonderful, tender, loving and we fell asleep in each other's arms. I thought we had finally turned the corner and could complete the healing process. Shows how much I knew.Sunday morning when I got up, Lexi was sitting at our kitchen table. I said good morning, got a cup of coffee, and sat down across from her. She was very quiet and didn't say anything for a few minutes and then she hit me with the zinger."James, I'm leaving and want a divorce," she said."What?" That was my shocked. I think she was mimicking the movements of Samantha's tongue as it worked around her clitoris. "Heidi? Can you hear me?" James asked. It took a few minutes but she soon answered, "Yyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssss................................." That was all she could mutter, as apparently Samantha's tongue was busy bringing her to a huge climax.Chapter 9 Dr. Hawthorne stood transfixed at the spectacular events taking place in front of him. He'd witnessed many kinds of. Thing was, I wasn't sure he was going to come out of surgery.During his first year as a police officer, Dad had arrested Mr. Hanover for attempted murder. Mr. Hanover had been paroled four weeks ago and had died from a massive heart attack within two weeks -- two weeks before his fiftieth wedding anniversary. And today, the day of the anniversary, his widow had taken out her grief and rage. Dad had stepped out of the station, on his way to meet Mom for lunch, and Mrs. Hanover had shot him twice.