Allowing Maris to become such a Queen would mean I would allow her tomake the rules and determine how my obedience would affect my emotionallife. I lo...ked at the images this dominant woman had posted and I'd readher words. I spent an hour studying her notes on her blog. But herthoughts wouldn't necessarily apply. Her back posts were eighteen monthsdeep and she was not a novice. The world this woman had created andposted were enlightening as to how my Maris might become. I pausedrealizing this. She desperately hoped that nobody had read the pages inside, the little notes about sex, about how she figured a man should feel, about how she wanted to make love to her father (step-father technically). It hadn't been touched so she hoped nobody, especially her father, had seen her dark little secret. Her mind was also on her mother, and how the last few years it'd seemed like the two of them were less lovers, and more roomies now, going through the motions because it was habit, not because. She swirled her fingers against Peithe’s vaginal walls and watched the priestess gasp and clutch the arms of the throne.“Who are they warring?” Sophrosyne asked.Peithe’s eyes batted as she tried to bring her mind back to focus. “The vampires,” she said.Sophrosyne stopped as a cold terror ran through her. She swallowed. “The vampires? They abandoned heaven to war the vampires?”“Yes,” Peithe said. “They came to answer our prayers.”Sophrosyne nodded, distracted. “Of course.”She shook her head and. .. human! One more knock at my size and I'm turning youinto a frog!" Emily wasn't afraid to threaten people who call her short."Cool it, Emily. You want to lose your job?" Sorry, Mark." Emily took a few deep breaths, then calmed down. Sheflew back onto my shoulder, as the chief resumed the details."Now, Emily, Mark, you two are to report to the magic chambers at 11PMtonight, sharp. When you're in your female guise, just stand outside theRiteabaer building, and wait for our unknown fellow.