Finally I found the number and dialed.No answer. Goddamned Caller ID, I cursed. I was well and truly fucked, and deep in my heart I knew it.Missy was ...cheduled to get home on Monday evening, and beginning about 6:00 I tried calling her house, but I never got anything but the answering machine. I tried calling Brad, and he at least agreed to come over and drop off my camping gear, but he was clearly unhappy about having to make a choice between his girlfriend and me. I tried to explain without. I turned. It was her. ?Hey!? She crossed her arms and shook her head. ?What part of the word 'sorceress' did you not listen to?? Then, I saw a large, red spike rise by her shoulder like a cobra, made from her own hair. Before I could process it, the spike pounced toward me. I managed to dodge it, but only just. My legs felt like lead compared to my lighter upper half, and it took every ounce of my power to just jump away. Just to add insult to. ” Just like that, it was over. The best fucking of my young life. God, I felt like such a slut. So why was I smiling when Twi helped me to my feet and carried me to another room, setting me down on what I hoped was a clean mattress… “Jesus Christ, girl.” He exclaimed as did my best to pull him down with me. “You on fire.” This time, it was less savage. I wouldn’t call it love making, but there was a tenderness to it as he lay on top of me, smothering me with kisses, his hands all over my body,. ’ She seemed to work her body further into mine, her arms around my waist. She shrugged and sighed. ‘I regret to inform you, sir, that your attitude is superfluous. It simply doesn’t matter to me. I belong to you now. I will continue to belong to you until you tire of me and send me away.’ ‘Dawn …’ ‘And so, now the box is yours, too. But … if you really want to give me a gift, could I request one? It’s all I really want. Please, sir?’ I drew away from her enough to see her face, and I gazed at.