So, why not fuck the living shit out of the girl? He probably couldn’t have told you himself if pushed to explain. He wanted to demonstrate that he ...ad the right, and the power; and he also demonstrated that he could choose when, where and who. But that didn’t really explain it. Perhaps he had a bit of decency? Yes, that was it. And he didn’t want the townsfolk hearing that he was a child rapist. A rapist was expected, even acceptable; the women had that in their lives most of the time anyway –. All the while, his ball gown turned back to itsoriginal sackcloth. Stumbling on the stairs, he had no choice but tokick away one of the fairy's elegant glass slippers and keep on runningbefore his full masculinity returned.A few seconds behind, the prince saw nothing of the beautiful lady thathe had chased onto the stairs. The only human figure he could seeanywhere around was a peasant servant in sackcloth, presumably dashingto wait on their master. Glancing down the steps however, he found. " "Grandma I'm goingto Earth to see my Momma. I have to go now because the Transport is goingto meet me at the Maintenance barn." "Tassia"Ignoring her mother in-law now she keyed her Transport wide Comm Channel."Wolfs Bane to all Transports, I need to know who picked up my Daughteron Lyconia."All the other Transports were reporting negative on her request. Then shespotted the request for a personal call with Werewolf. "Yes CommanderLash?" Lydia, I'm sorry I thought you knew or I would have let. The offer to look after Nigel had been rash and yet Fiona had accepted it without demur. He wondered, apprehensively, what she would tell her children about him. And then there was Sheila. She would undoubtedly realise there was something up and she would immediately start to compare him with her brother. Hank could have kicked himself for getting into such a mess.He rang Barbara. When she had finished laughing at his predicament and teasing him she said, "Relax, Hank. If this affair is going.