They both looked very happy.Click.Alone in her darkened office, Theresa began to cry.Her sleep that night was the dreamless sleep of pure exhaustion. ...She woke up still tired, but somehow lighter inside. She felt different somehow; yesterday’s inner whirlwind had calmed, leaving only the one strange emotion tingling along her nerve ends:Anticipation.She surveyed the entire contents of her closet with dissatisfaction. The only non-library clothing she had was a flowery dress she sometimes wore. Pushing himself against me, I can feel his cock wanting to spring free from his pants. With one hand still underneath me, Liam grabs my neck with the other trying to force more of him against me. There’s not enough spit, not enough skin and too many clothes in our way.“Bedroom,” I mutter in between our kisses. “Ha,” he laughs, knowing full well I have no control, no say in the matter. He’ll do what he pleases and honestly, I’m quite happy to oblige, but I’m not going to let him know that.I hear. I'd let her. It made her happy for some reason. Out in the middle of nowhere, she'd dream of the city. She did these camping trips because she figured they'd be good for the kids. Her father used to do the same thing. Toughen them up and appreciate Mother Nature, you know. She loved it in her way. I mean, it doesn't get more beautiful then camping by a stream or a lake and the view and the vegetation and the birds. The peace is unlike any other. But she'd talk about the city. When you're mom. Especially not when she had no local land to back it up. A landless noble in Tysen? Unthinkable. That didn't mean she didn't have other capacities, though. Discretely, she slid her hand to her belt line, checking for the reassuring weight of the flintlock. If it came to it, she'd be able to get away. Besides, an illegal weapons charge was easier to get out of than a 'wild magic' sentence. Felicia wouldn't be happy if Sarah missed their date, though, and that would be most unbecoming of someone.