It was like she had her own little airbubble in the sea of revelers, that no one dared penetrate. The womanreached the surface of the crowd before Ell...ot could finish walking downthe stairs, and he paused in shock at her clothing. At her suit.He had never seen a woman in pants before. They fit her differently thanthey did the men. The cloth clung lightly to her legs, showing off theshapely muscles beneath. It supported her bottom, instead of hiding it,and whenever she turned to greet someone,. .this is not that story.The story that is to unfold now is not the story of the Dark Lord's invasion or his crafting of a magical minion. No, this story is of the time before the Dark Lord's rise. This story is that of the mortal being that would become the Dark Lord, the tale of his origins and his transformation from mortal to nigh immortal being of dark magic.For there was a time when the Dark Lord was mortal. There was a time when he was able to bleed and feel pain and die. There was a time. Now at twenty-two we were paying the price.First let me just say that Mike and I love each other deeply, yet something has gone out of our relationship. At twenty-two sex has become boring! That right, now all it is Mike crawls into bed, rubs my pussy a bit then roll on top and just put it in. He pumps a few times then rolls off and goes to sleep.Wham-bam-thank-you-mam, that's it. No spark! No feeling! No nothing, except laying there in a wet spot trying to go to sleep.Is this it, I thought?. It was a pretty crowded bus, but the conductor assured me that almost everyone will get down in a town about one hour from now and I will get seats. So I got on the bus. It was peak summer and I was sweating like crazy. I waded my way through the crowd and settled on a spot near the middle of the bus where a window was open and at least I could enjoy a breeze when the bus moved.It was then I saw her. She looked like an angel among all the other people on the bus. She was wearing a green low cut.