But it’s nice when they have big paps, too. Gives me something to hold on to while I use ‘em, like reins on a tharlarion. A slut won’t fight whe... I’ve got hold of her paps. Well, enough chit-chat. It’s feeding time, and I won’t have my catch dying on me like that idiot Golham. The clod lost four of his twelve on the last voyage; it’s small wonder the Kurii killed him.” A key turned in the lock on the door of her cage, and she shrank as far away from the entrance as she could. It was remarkable. Fiona had spent most of the money she had been saving on the outfit she was wearing; banking it would at last get Gavin's attention."If this doesn't work, nothing will!" she thought to herself.She twirled round on the spot in front of the full-length mirrored doors of her built-in wardrobe. The short white, pleated skirt she wore flared and rose outward and upward, allowing a glimpse of the plain white silk panties she had on underneath. Above the skirt she sported a half-length white cotton. The Other is a daemon, what some call a demon. It’s not a fallen angel. It’s not a devil. It’s not even an evil spirit, per se. It’s a powerful, pagan entity, a heathen demigod, of sorts. Not unlike a satyr, in fact, except that it possesses bodies rather than having its own. It left its traces and imprint on your mother and you, not to mention your sister, but it was always stronger with you than with Stephanie or Hortense, because you’re male. It always bonds more with masculine energy than. She was as surprised to see me answer the door as I was to see her.Somehow I knew why she was here in an instant. I'm not angry at Margi at all. Both of us could only cry each others situation. Of course I invite her in. We spoke for hours. She is just about 7 months along and carrying the son he so badly wants. I found her honest and open. I believe I know everything. Turns out the alley cat was chasing her since she showed up in country. About the time I was going out of commission.