I left a scouring scratch across the surface, my blade sliding past its multifaceted eye. Frustration surged in me for a moment. And then my rapier’... blade hit the joint at the neck. It penetrated into it, biting into flesh.The thing snarled in pain. A violent surge of triumph rippled through my body. I twisted the blade, savoring the things chittering snarl of pain. It’s long body contorted around, legs scuttling on the ground, splashing flaming oil to burn on the cobblestone.Finally,. " Laughing to myself I thought, Plotting—how appropriate."Excuse me, could I ask, are you a Writer?" No... ," she replied, without looking up, "I just enjoy reading about how it's done." Oh," I said, feeling stupid. She must see right through me, I thought.Then she looked up at me. She was slightly shorter than me—but not by much.Our eyes met. Her blue eyes and my brown ones replaced the books at which we had been looking. Glancing at one another, each of us tried to read what the other one. “Now you’re fucking beautiful,” I grinned down at her. With a turn of my wrist I twisted her head towards the mirror. Gloria tried to keep me from turning her head towards the mirror and lowered her head as she shut her eyes. I yanked her hair, knelt beside her and grabbed her face with my free hand with my thumb and fingers squeezing her cheeks.“Look at yourself, Gloria. Tell me what you see,” I ordered in a stern voice.Gloria reluctantly obeyed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. “I’m. “I had fun today. Thank you,” she said. Then she nuzzled my neck.“So did I,” I assured her, stroking her back. Her pajamas were silky. So were her pajama shorts when I caressed her sweet ass, the material slipping and sliding over her delectable rump.Rory murmured and kissed my neck, wafting the scent of shampoo and sweetness at me, and I slowly became aroused.She felt it and rubbed herself against me, and, with another gentle kiss on my neck, her face pressed to me, cuddling became fondling. I.