She hadno doubt that his bio elemental protoge was capable of completelychanging the girl's appearance. In fact, that would explain some partsof the g...rl's adventures.On the other hand, all the significant players were clearly identified.The most likely candidate was the girl who was hit by a ricochet. Shewas clearly identified as being of Japanese heritage, but there was noindication that she was questioned. And her only apparent role in theevents was getting knocked over by a glancing blow. Promise me that you'll be okay with it." The spell will allowher bond with me as a mother, so I know that she won't want to harm me.To fortify my safety I push as much calming force as I can into hermentally. One of the trade-offs of being the matron building an empire ismy very limited vocabulary of spells. She's still going to be confused,so I just accept and trust her choices as a mother.Like the men that I've collected, I can feel the addiction of the milkpulling me back to her bosom. . At the conference in Las Vegas I introduce you to people as my wife. They ask how we met and I listen to you make up lies and charm them. A tipsy sales rep from Chicago hits on you. When you walk off toward the lady’s room he watches your ass swing, then says to me, “Is that really your wife?” I say no. “I knew it.” I say you’re actually a high-priced escort. “How much?” he says. I say he doesn’t want to know, hell I won’t even know until I get the bill. It depends on what I want off the menu. However, killing the unsuspecting men, however guilty they might have been, was something I couldn’t fully justify to myself. In a way that was conflicting, the warrior in me saw no problem in killing the enemy without warning, but then there was both the question about honor - and the teachings given me by my parents. Intellectually I knew that I had done the right thing. I had done what I had to do - but it didn’t stop me feeling guilty about it. It didn’t stop me waking up after seeing their.