“I'm going to enjoy doing something about it.”“This isn't the time for that, brother mine!” she gasped as I swung.The ogre's fist met my sword... The blade skipped past his knuckles, scraping off the skin to expose his bones. The weapon shuddered in my hand. I stumbled back as he grunted. He punched again, blood streaking off his hand. I slashed hard, slamming into his fist. He flinched back, more blood flowing.I grinned and slashed and hacked. Ava's feyhound, blazing with purple energy, slammed. Aimee bent down and towel dried him softly and he returned thefavor."Ok, I'm wiped out!" said Tony. "Can we go to bed!" Good idea," said Aimee kissing him again. "Let's go cuddle a little andwatch TV."They walked back into the bedroom and Tony jumped into bed and pulled upthe covers."Come on, let's relax!" said Tony as Aimee was fishing through someshopping bags. "What are you doing?" Getting us something to sleep in," said Aimee. "You didn't think I'dlet you sleep like that?"Aimee walked over. " Shh, I'm not going anywhere. Now be quiet and go back to sleep."I know it was wrong, but what could I do? Short of kicking and screaming--clawing my way out of the bed, he had me. A part of me thought, "He's just taking care of me. He IS the man of the house now."It felt good to be protected. The dream HAD scared me, and being cradled by a strong man felt good. Just for a second I relaxed and enjoyed it. I allowed myself to snuggle down and nestle with my son. That was all it took. Slowly I. Mom’s eyes filled with tears as she was being scolded by dad for the faithfulness she thought she was preserving. She obediently nodded her head and promised she will do anything the lovely priest would ask her in order for him to get better and serve the community.The next day, mom heard the black man calling her name again. As she entered his room, she blushed seeing him lying on his bed with nothing but his underwear on.Mom knew that she needed to fulfill her duty toward the church and the.