I say ‘do no harm’ or as little as possible. You say ‘do good’, as much as possible.”“Don’t both depend on definitions of ‘good’ and...‘bad’? Or ‘harm’, if you will.”“Yes, but I think my way provides far more freedom, and that’s one of my core values.”“To be free to do as you please, with nobody telling you what to do?” she asked.“Yes, precisely.”“But you submit to the laws.”“Some because I believe they properly respect the principle of ‘do no harm’. Others because the government will enforce the. Cor had, as The Wind, acquired a knack with her hair and her cloak of it seeming to be self-managing. Everything moved in just the right way to emphasize her image as 'The Wind'. Together we had sort of unraveled that bit of Magic, and I had applied it to my own cloak. We called it the 'comic book superhero effect', but we kept that description to ourselves. Cor had given Winter's new cloak the same treatment.Morning meal at the Palace in Esterton was, surprisingly, not the lesson in opulence I. He has agreed. But that is all they know of one another.There are rules. They both know the rules. But that is all they know of one another. He is hands. Hands and soft whispers.She is flesh. Flesh that becomes sensation beneath his hands.All she is now, is sensation.Beneath his hands, sensation exists to become pleasure.And she transforms beneath his hands. And what of his pleasure? It also comes through his hands. He needs to touch.He hands are the conduit, and in this room, his hands create. I thought about that for an hour or so. I realized I had been away a lot lately and that I should be more considerate of my wife of 17 years. I went to the airport and tried one of those stand-by things. I was ready to give up when I realized that there was a flight into an airport near my home city. The airport I use, and prefer, is about an hour north of where I live. This other airport was almost two hours south and I had never actually used it.I checked and found there was a flight leaving.