"The results arrived this morning." Tested for what, darling?" she asked putting the menu down. I looked out the window to avoid her eyes. She reached...out to put her hand on top of mine."I'm EMC-Positive, Sarah," I whispered. Her hand pulled away; my nails dug into the box."The Institute started testing everyone at puberty over ten years ago, Michael," she insisted."An exception is allowed if the biological parents and the child refuse the test," I informed her."Who would do that?" she asked. Part of his mind focused on the state of the wound, eliminating the necrotic tissue and nudging along the natural mending process as the magic destroyed the pools of infection within the wound while his mind searched her body for any trace in blood, flesh and bone, giving the remnants of magic that would remain something to hunt. It was a living thing in some ways, an expression of instinct as much as will. The magic he called upon would do his bidding at this point without his active. Once again our passion was ignited beyond the norm, and we indulged in much rampant coupling. One incident in particular showed the extent to which Linda had increased her sexual awareness.We had been drinking and dancing in a local bar with one or two new-found friends. One of those male friends took Linda’s hand, demanding a dance. As they swayed drunkenly around the floor, I saw Linda’s face over his shoulder, and she, eyes wide, waggled her tongue at me.When they came back, Linda leaned. Then I started to gently rub her rosebud and slowly poke my fingers in.“Please Zack I’m begging you I mean the fucking is one thing but don’t take my anal cherry please son I don’t want to do this I swear I will be yours and only yours and you can take care of the family but don’t do this to me” she pleaded but it fell on deaf ears. I knew what I had wanted for so long and it was my way of taking control.“You are mine and you will let me do what I have to do” I declared as two fingers suddenly.