He grinned when he saw what she was wearing."Ooooo, there's a sexy woman in my bedroom."He was wearing a robe and kissed her. He slipped out of his ro...e and stretched out on the bed, with only his Jockey shorts to cover him. Ellen continued her preening in front of the mirror. She put fresh lipstick on her lips, wanting to delay things just a bit to tease him. They would both get worked up, if they waited. She wondered what he thought about, when he looked at her these days as she had changed. A young woman about 20 years old. She was small, about 5'3'', and weighed a little under 130 lbs. She was of Spanish descent, with dark tanned skin, brown hair, and hazel eyes. Her figure was rather slim, with small breasts, but still very pleasing. She had an elfin quality about her, especially her large soulful eyes. Cute and sexy. All in all, a pleasing package... if you weren't trapped in it against your will. Trent soon learned there were differences in their social standings as well.. Silvaeya turned back to the fight and the arena became blurry and spun within her vision. She realized that she was loosing a lot of blood, and that she needed to end this fight quickly or she would be done for. As the girl dove towards her sword, Silvaeya’s thoughts strayed to the daggers in her wrist sheaths. The girl came up with her sword just in time to see two of Silvaeya’s daggers come flashing in at her. Dropping the sword she back flipped away from the first dagger and tried to dive. Stand! Heed Us!The command thundered forth like the crash of doom. The words must have come from the mouth of the boy ... the young man. His mouth opened and his lips moved but the sound did not come from him. Rather, it seemed to issue forth from the very walls. It boomed and crashed in Vitelli's head. He sought to sneer, to stride forward and thrash this insolent youth, but he found himself frozen, paralyzed. He could not move his arms or legs. His rage became fearful apprehension. He could.