"She felt out of place in her workout tights and sports bra. She was used to men staring at her breasts or her ass, especially in her workout outfits,...but in here, nobody had looked twice at her. Hesitantly, Tracy laid down on the weight bench and grabbed the bar."Now on the count of three, lift it up, slowly lower it to your chest, and push it upwards." But it's too heavy!" Nonsense. Just do it."Tracy closed her eyes and pushed the bar upward. She didn't think she could move it. She thought. "She gasped again for air. Soon she would have to raise herself to take a real breath. She would be able to speak then. One more gasp; he was so near, might as well do it now.She screamed when she pulled herself up, the nails on her wrist bruising the nerve against the bone, and the nails on her feet, tearing at her, when she pushed on them. She held herself up, muscles cramping, air rushing out and into her lungs."This is so hard on you love; you don't have to stay," and, with a whimper she. In turn she mail ordered a cage for him and fitted it while he was asleep, having it on in seconds, with a snap that said “gotcha…” that lasted two days but it was her that removed it being by then in dire need of his services! Time was ticking away she was aware of that, and she dreaded the flat being empty once again though she said nothing. Her sister kept in touch more now, always once or sometimes twice a week she would ring and chat for half hour or more, asking of his welfare, telling of. Little to his knowing, she was also watching his dragon soar through the afternoon sky, she marveled at the sleekness of the creature and its flight, and pondered about the home of it. This took her deeper into the wood, after coming into the clearing, gazed upon the castle and all its beauty. The crystal ball showed her approach, both he and the dragon stared out the window as she approached. She came upon the great door, stared and decided to knock. The wizards eyes lit up and could not.