Firstly they knew Woody would win (though they were pissed that he was signing up to a competition where he got to fuck busty, sexy girls; even he was...judging females by their flesh not their brains) and secondly they actually thought losing wouldn’t be so bad anyway if they got to be hammered by that hunk, John T. Jones.Two days later Marcus dropped a newspaper in Woody’s lap. Marcus was the only real reporter in the group. He sensed a story and did the investigative reporter thing. He’d spent. What did the unhumans want from me, having succeeded in their use of me to break the wards? I didn't know.While my song kept itself in touch with those of the boys, it too kept me in touch with others. A contact I had to keep at a distance for now. Especially the contact I had with Ilesa, Ethric and King Tynis. Whether by oath, emotion, magic or blood, my connection to those two had too much potential to even consider fostering while I was held by the Tibu and their wizards. It was not the sort. Sexiest of all, he was wearing a white silk ten gallon hat. I felt my nipples harden against the soft fabric of my t-shirt and I think he noticed.“Damn it girl, you know you did,” he grinned and I laid back on the bed, giving him a full view of my wet, eager pussy. His hand twitched by his crotch and I smiled. He was biting his bottom lip.“What?” I asked and his eyes moved away from my pussy to my breasts, and then finally to my eyes. He smiled. “Did you come all this way just to stare?”In. So then things went forward. I must say that even though it’s only been three months, every-time he walks into a room, I see so much energy and passion there that it makes me swoon. I hate when he wants to distance himself and I can’t speak to him because well, he just wants to go off hunting or camping or something that doesn’t include me, but I love how he will tell me he misses me or he’s thinking of me or he wishes that he could be near me when he is away because it does make my heart.