”“The guest room has clean sheets. Why don’t you take a nap?”“thanks,” Jude uttered. Without an additional word, she slowly eased down the...hall. Her posture wasn’t the best as she walked by me. She had to have been beaten up pretty badly.A little bit of Vodka, a lot of orange juice and four extra-strength aspirins gathered, I headed down the hall to see a wounded little girl.*Knock, Knock, “can I come in? I have aspirin.”“Sure,” she sounded muffled and sad.Curled up away from me, Jude didn’t. We were so close that I could feel her body heat radiating and her breathes getting deeper. I immediately went away then. She stared at me and I just gave her a smile and told her to be as quick as possible because I had to leave for the office by 9:30. She said, yes yes and started chopping vegetables and cooking.Meanwhile, I went to the hall and had a newspaper in hand. Thinking only of her body and scent and how I desperately wanted to fuck her, I had a full hard-on.Meanwhile, the milk that. She gained thirty pounds, wore less attractive clothes and becameexactly what she looked like...an average mother/housewife.Rita was secretly jealous of her sister Sharon. Not because Sharon wasyounger by seven years, but because her life was more interesting andexciting. Sharon was the real beauty of the two sisters. She hadenjoyed the attention her looks brought her, but was wise enough not toget trapped as Rita had done. Boys, and later men, never became soimportant in her life that she. Aurora whimpered in fear.“My Queen,” Sophia said, placing her hand on my sword arm. “It's not time, yet.”I glanced at her, shivering, shaken. “Time?”“We're not ready. We don't have the sword. We don't have the magics to...protect us from that.” Her eyes were so soft. “We have to go, my Queen.”“She's killing them,” I croaked, tears falling down my cheeks.“She's already killed them.” Her hand slid down to my fist gripped about my sword. “We will kill her, my Queen. When we're ready. Dying today.