I've never seen a woman go from cold to burning hot so fast in my life!She told me later that once the stuff kicked in, she just about couldn't stop h...rself.When Rachael went for my "better not leave any on my lips; it'll show up on camera" line and ended up kissing me, I knew she was having as good a time as I was. So, while she played her little game, I played mine.And another thing, it took every ounce of willpower I had to keep from getting a raging hard-on when I saw how she was. She was so happy she couldn't wait till he got home, she called him at the studio."Honey," she said obviously excited, "guess what I got in the mail?" Well," said Richard, "by the sound of your voice I'd say ... mmmm, a check for a million dollars." No silly, I got an invitation to the Writer's Retreat. It's a three day workshop for aspiring writers. They have well known authors from all over that come and give seminars and lectures, works shops, writing exercises ... things like that. It's by. I was about to try some recklessdistance shot with a musket or a crossbow when a lucky course of eventsbegan. Melia had gone out, to collect herbs, she said, and I was having adrink in the tavern with some of the citizens when I heard a commotionoutside. There was a woman's voice, raised in fear, and I recognized itas Melia's. I ran outside and found a group of rowdies taunting herher. I felt nothing for the girl, but she was supposed to be my neiceand thus it was my duty to protect her. Also. ‘I don’t want you running in here, especially over domestic irritations like you not getting on with my mother.’ Suddenly Sasha was back in full force. This wasn’t a domestic irritation, and she didn’t care how many pictures of her stared down from the wall, his mother was a loony that needed to be dealt with. ‘Excuse me, this isn’t a petty irritation and quite frankly, no one else in here seems to know how to handle your mother. I found her collecting my hair and my nail clippings. She’s been.