’ Pristine assured. ‘You’re asleep on your feet Pristine. You need to take it easy. And until you are better, you’re riding with me.’ he ad...ed with a grin. Pristine frowned and blushed at the same time. Lance laughed. Kyra, Ophealia, and Sir Reginald sighed. At least they were out of danger for now. It took only a day for Pristine’s wound to heal, but a bit longer for her to regain her full energy for she suffered from a cold and fever which delayed them for several days but soon they were. This definitely wasn’t any dream, and I certainly wasn’t in any coma. This was my real life. My real, superpowered life. I’d gone through plenty of inner struggles, losing my way only to get back on track once more. I’d certainly met a cast of characters along this wild journey – the foray into my new, unbelievable life. I managed to patch up my shoddy relationships, forge new ones with some incredible people, helped purge the influence of an abusive boyfriend out of one of my best friends’. We got there at 8 and really wanted to see this new band play so we stayed there and drank. We met a couple of guys and all four of us sat around and drank for two hours. By 10pm my wife was gone. She could barely keep her eyes open and was leaning on me or would fall off on the shoulders of the guy next to me. I didn't know it but under the table her short skirt had ridden up to her waist and the guy next to her could see everything just perfect. The band started playing at 10pm on schedule. He announced who he was and the women smiled wickedly at him. A buxom blonde of about 55 in a tight black dress with black stockings and sexy stilettos leaned into him with interest."I love your femdom novels; they are so realistic; are they based on your experiences, or is it pure fantasy?" He swallowed hard on a gulp of ale; he had nearly finished the pint already."It's all pure fantasy I'm afraid." The women giggled; somehow he had now made it quite apparent from his simple response, that.