I soared past Angela sitting at the cliff's edge and danced on the air currents swirling through the pass.How could he do that to my mother?~~~~~~~~~~...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Warlock FaorilAurora's screech echoed through the cave, drawing my attention away from my wounded husband. Chaun, kneeling on the other side of Thrak, flinched as his wife flapped over his head. He turned, watching her soar out the cave, his shoulders sagging.No one was happy. Thrak, groaning beneath me as his wounds healed,. The three talk some, Phoebe and Tim getting to know more about each other, how Tim and Abbie met here a week ago. Then Phoebe leaves to wait on other customers.Tim leans to Abbie’s ear and quietly says, “Abigail Elizabeth Adams, it seems you left out some details after agreeing to be completely honest.” A shudder runs through Abbie as she blushes a deep shade of red.“I am sorry, Sir, I should have told you, and it was before we made the rules,” Abbie defends herself.“When our drinks are. I wasn’t even able to walk properly. I can’t face uncle and aunty in this condition so Manish bhaiya called up at his house and said that we would be staying at Tariq’s house tonight. Manish and Tariq bhaiya helped me to the bedroom, where Tariq bhaiya put on the heater and gave me his Bermuda and T-shirt to change as they moved out of the room. They wanted to keep their drinking session going. I removed my leather jacket and somehow managed to change into Tariq bhaiya’s T-shirt ad Bermuda.. In walked Ms.West. She was tall, wearing a cream coloured business suit. Short bobbed hair. Dark. Simon could make out suspender buttons beneath her skirt. Again high heels but this time white stockings. She carried an air of aloofness about her.“Over the desk please Ms West.” Ms Jones said with an alarming matter of factness. “And lets have that skirt up…”'Whaaa…?’ Simon thought to himself. But he daren’t let any emotion show. Except for the gradual stiffening in his trousers. Made even worse.