But it was real. She was calling me.So I walked across her lawn and I stepped on her porch. "Hey." I said trying to act casual to hide the fact that...I was really nervous."Hey yourself Antonio. Guess who we just talked to?" Who?" I had no clue who she talked to."Danielle." Oh." I said surprised."Yea and she had the most interesting story to tell us." Jeanine chimed in. "She was good wasn't she?" Amber said."Of course. What do you think I would say?" Heh. Of course she is she's a really. I was anticipating something very special. She was a shrunken, elfish little girl. Her bright, happy face was like an angel in a Renaissance manuscript. I looked away from the skirt that fell limply over her wasted legs. Her arms were thin but strong. She seemed at one with the wheelchair, as if they had been friends for many years. Her long thin blond hair was brushed but untended, and she ignored makeup. I shook her hand, expecting the strong grip of one whose life was in her hands. The. A young man among the staying troop of riders came forward, taking the vacated position. The crest on his armor showed the same insignia as Lord Artheos.“I’ve to apologize for my father. Seems he felt a bit overwhelmed by the situation. He already is under much duress in view of the large enemy forces. I’m his son Khaleas. For my part I gladly welcome all of you. The Norgar legends were always a favorite of mine, and I didn’t even know how beautiful you are Princess Athea.” He said deeply. She might have a massage scheduled, or just have lunch and a glass of wine. It seemed that at least three times a week she met with a personal trainer who had obviously been doing a great job. She is about five feet five inches tall and her body is lean and trim. Almost too lean for my tastes as, like most artists, I like to see curves in a woman. Nonetheless, there is nothing unpleasant about looking at her.In the third and final forty-five minute session, there was something slightly.