The days dragged on as the wizard waited for her return and the day did come, and there she stood in the doorway once more, more ravishing then before... The wizard asked her in and was prepared this time with a feast of fine food and wine for them. They ate well and soon the wine had made the both of them quite relaxed, she had come to sit by him and talk, he could not help but see the sparkle in her eye as they continued on. One thing lead to another and when he turned to speak she kissed him,. She once again flinched. That'swhen she felt her rib fully snap as LaMode punched her right in thechest.She thought breathing had been painful before this. Now, each breathbrought not only a horrible, biting pain, but a lack of air. Her lung waspunctured. Where were her pompoms. Had she dropped them with the punch?Two open palms crashed into her ears. Her vision blurred and she fellbackwards.She felt a hand wrap around her ankle. What was happening? Was shespinning? No. She was flying. Dear God. I don’t know whether that scared me or excited me more. At the time, all I wanted was him and how his actions were as if all he wanted was me. But now I couldn’t help but to think of all the other girls who have had the pleasure of his lips on theirs. Did he kiss them like he kissed me? His kiss was passionate and aggressive, as if he was trying to tell me something words couldn’t. But what? He has never hinted to me of any feelings towards me other than a friend or another protective older. "A tear formed in his eye. "But Abigail, please. You're a bonnie lass, and ye make me go all funny. Ah cannae control me-self and..."Abigail cocked her head and sighed, shaking it as she spoke. "Yer just..." Ah know," Alistair muttered with despondency in his voice. "But ah need practice," he cried. "Abigail..."She sniffed. "I ain't being a sex teacher for ya," she spat. "I want someone who can do it. I got needs too."Alistair sniffed and bit his lip. A couple more tears formed in his eyes, and.