He could have sworn that he heard her inhale, but she did not hesitate for even a second in her ascent towards his suite. By the time she had reache... the last step, her cashmere wrap had slipped from her shoulders and he could see the designs tattooed onto her skin, the ones he had remembered so vividly, the many times he'd replayed in his mind that first night he’d spent with her, when he had so enjoyed taking her from behind. Her breathing was quick now, although she was not out of. "There is little I could do," he continued, stepping closer to Maes. "Now that Maes is here, there is much I can do."Groba suddenly gripped onto Maes' arm. Maes struggled but could not break free. Before Rohea could react, Groba muttered a few words, and a puff of smoke appeared around him. After the smoke cleared, both Groba and Maes had disappeared."Maes!" Rohea called."They've teleported away," Pyar stated."Do you know where they've gone?" No, I cannot sense it," Pyar said.Rohea cursed and. As fantastic as itwould be to have your youth back, it can't be done. If something likethat existed in our world, surely movie stars and other rich peoplewould be using it all the time and we wouldn't see them age, but we do."Geraldine huffed, more out of sadness than the childish, petulant angerthat had temporarily come close to erupting. "It is too much to ask? Whycan't I have that one thing I've always wished for? If there is a Godand He loves everybody, why can't He make me a little girl. You readily agreed, anything to get to London! Little did your father suspect, his wife's family no longer keep quite the same traditional values as he does. They were never as conservative as him anyway, and after years spent in England they’ve loosened up considerably. Your aunties don't wear hijaab and the kids pretty much do what they want. They aren't going to enforce any of his rules upon you. Your mother was right though. You are a good girl and never had any intention of taking too much.