Like everyone else, he was unprepared for the quick drop in temperature. Not a tea drinker, he’d ordered a cup and refused the generic tea bag befor... Mr. Bautista slipped it inside. The liquid warmed his cool fingertips instantly, leaving them with a tingling sensation. His alertness was second nature, a learned habit apparent by the easy way he scanned his surroundings as he walked toward Fifth Street. Ace’s phone vibrated in his pocket with urgency, but he ignored it. It wasn’t until the. ”“I know you’re here, but I’m not following you. Why are you here?”“I had to find out what was going on with me. So here I am. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, dreaming about you, talking about you. I can see now why Kevin was upset with me and why he couldn’t stand you, even though he knew nothing about you and why he just stormed out of our apartment. That’s when we broke up. It was irrational, I thought and I was in a bad way, confused, hurt, upset, but then I woke up last night. I sat up. Sally sat down on a log not 10ft away from where I lurked in the shadows.There was an instant of doubt and hesitation in my mind, I knew what I was thinking about doing was wrong, but I could only think of that body, and those little titties, how her nipples were hard almost on a permanent basis. I moved slowly, stalking like an animal on the hunt. Sally was unaware, or oblivious to me approaching. I could hear her breathing gently, I was on my hands and knees inching toward her, moving up. They were larger than horses, by almost double. Their exteriors were white, with random gray and dark spots and streaks, making extremely effective camouflage. It took John several seconds to figure out what he was seeing. It was only when the wings extended that he realized what they were. The animals’ underside was darker, gray with white streaks.“You have your own dragons?” He breathed.“We do.” Brunhyldar sounded pleased by his reaction. “An egg, stolen by one of my sisters, on a raid far to.