He steps toward the foot of the bed to better watch as she slips a finger between her pussy lips. He looks up and see’s her watching him, eyes partl... closed and a smile of contentment. His cock is growing harder Her eye’s follow him as he steps to his side of the bedroom and begins to undress, leaving the work day behind. The candle light reflects from the top of his bald head highlighting the dullness of his shoulder length gray hair. She looks over his slightly bent shoulders, stooped posture. His wife said, “What a mess.”He said, “You’re telling me. I can’t even call up the District Attorney to start preparing arrest warrants. That asshole wouldn’t prepare one on himself, that’s for sure.”“You’re going to have a lot of late nights.”“No. I’ll probably lose my job over this,” he said feeling depressed.“How about some ice cream?” she asked.She knew that ice cream was one of his comfort foods. She remembered that time when he had shot a kid. He had come home after being suspended. She. At the turn of the twentieth century they had taken so much mocking of their last name as each male was known as a raper of women. The Patriarch of the Raper clan, Charles, had shot a man who joked at his name. Upon being released from prison In 1915 he had the courts change his name to Roper. Emma giggled at the thought of her brides maid, the up and coming Hollywood star would be known as Bertha Raper. Using some anagrams it could well be Rape Bertha.While Emma wore a plain white gown with no. “We can’t let him be revived. And I doubt we can just smash it.” Sven shook his head. “That never works with powerful magical artifacts. He would have warded it against that.”“The Collegiate Tower down in Esh-Esh would have ideas,” I said. “They are mages, too. And they condemned Vebrin’s work. They wouldn’t want him back. They hate warlocks.”“Warlocks?” Nathalie asked, cuddled against Kora.“Rogue mages who don’t follow the Magery Council’s rules,” Sven answered. “But that’s a long trip. And.