"How dare you, Paladin! Let me go! I demand you...aah...let me....go!" Cat's expression changed in mid-sentence."I can't do that, milady. My apologies..."She glared at him. He knew he wore a smug, pleased grin.He saw two bulges -- Sevira's hands -- pushing their way up the woman's belly, cupping her full breasts. The sudden touch, the squeezing made Cat tremble, squirm and press against him in a vain attempt to get away.She growled, then suddenly stopped, eyes wide."You can't mean. It was when he was doing laundry that he noticed something for the first time. His wife had a maternity gown that was all silky, and he always enjoyed seeing her in the gown. Late one night when he was doing laundry he noticed the gown in the dirty clothes, so he thought how good the gown felt, so he took into the spare bathroom to try it on. Before he could even get out of his own clothes, he had a hard on. As he slipped the gown over his head, all he could think was how wonderful the silky. You're nothing to me."Heather looked at her fellow Harbingers. Her eyes glistened. Was this all her fault? If she and Diane had not pulled that cruel trick on Melissa, she wouldn't have had the four people she needed for the spell.Heather turned to Melissa. "I'm sorry."Melissa frowned. "What?" I said I was sorry. For what Diane and I did to you." And you think that's supposed to change anything now?"Heather shook her head solemnly.Melissa sneered. "Yeah, you're sorry, all right. You're sorry. That business out of the way, Sasha was left to enjoy the buzz of her cocktail and the horror that four weeks with no work brings to a work-a-holic. What am I going to do? Sasha looked around the park. All around her people looked happy. Melancholy started to sink in and to Sasha they were happy because they were not her and didn’t have her life. What is wrong with me? Everyone in the world wants to have a holiday. Why not me? But deep down she knew why the prospect of a holiday terrified her..