I had been thinking about them in my most intimate private moments since the first training session. Or my French teacher... she was sexy and nice and...all the boys in my year felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were times she'd drop something in class and bend over to pick it up... fuck... when she'd straighten back up half the boys in class would be fidgeting in their seats to adjust their hardons. No way she didn't know it. But she got the best out of her class. We tried hard. .”My sister caught my eyes, giving me a sad smile as she hugged Aingeal. The faerie's purple eyes brimmed with tears. She looked so...normal now without her wings. Those graceful, sweeping butterfly wings that thrust from her back. I wanted to kill Duke Gallchobhar all over again.Gripping my fists, I marched past the smoldering remains of the treeman, a hulking giant that looked like a walking oak tree, I'd tricked into punching the Lodestone and destroying the magical artifact. Ealaín fell in. As I served her food, she told me, "Bring your food inhere sissy, you may eat with me tonight." "Yes Mistress, thankyou." was my immediate reply. She told me that the trial wasgoing well, and that it would probably be over in a few days."Then I can take some time off to get you something else towear." She looked at me and said, "You're probably getting tiredof that nightie by now." I looked down at the short pink garmentand nodded. "Just be a little patient for a few more days andI'll buy you. Biddle,” said Geoff Stanley. Geoff was the owner ofStanley Farm Machinery, the small town’s biggestbusiness. He was a forceful and conservative gentlemanin his 50’s. His wife, Janis smiled loyally as hecontinued. “But it would enhance your career and socialposition in Beaver Hill a great deal. Everyone would begrateful. Everyone who counts, that is.”My own wife, Karina shifted in her seat and appeareduncomfortable. However, I noticed that she hadn’tdismissed.