.. need him. What have you done to me?” He took a few steps towards me, and I stiffened.“Stolen your mana. Fun, right? Take another step and you�...ll find out what else I can do to you.” I knew I could do my modified smite if I had to – it probably wouldn’t kill him, but it would hurt.“Harm me, and I won’t be able to stop them from killing him,” he warned, but he didn’t take the next step, either.“Guess we’re at an impasse, then, aren’t we.” I scowled. “And I’m pretty sure taking his blood counts. Certainly, several months ago, when her breasts had started to sprout and her hips had begun to take on their first real swell along the path to womanliness, she had enjoyed shaking her bottom in front of her father, the only male in the house. And yes, she had intentionally pranced around in only her panties and T-shirt from time to time, because doing so had given her a little thrill in her tummy.But the little seventh-grader knew full well that these flirtations, although foolish in. "Do you like hands?" the pretty brunette asked."I love hands," was the reply. "I'm really getting into hands. Small hands are best, don't you think?" She closed the girl's fingers into a tight ball, raised it to her lips and kissed it softly, then continued in an even lower voice, "Fists are nice, too..." I - I'm not a - an expert - on fists. Hands. But I suppose small hands would be - better." She took the older woman's hand in hers, stroked it gently, frowning. "Yours is pretty too,. "You didn't tell him....Please...tell me he doesn't know." She shook herhead."No? He doesn't know?" No...I tole him. Papa upset...Mama sad." The boy would have died of frightright then and there but for the loud sound of a horn; one he knewwhose purpose was to rally men in the service of the King. He dare notstep outside the cabin to look over to see what was going on. He had tomake use of what time he might have before his father returnedhome...maybe his only time. He stood before the curtain.