She was tanned and latin looking. With long curly brown hair and even longer legs. She wasnt skinny but she was by no means fat either. Just curvy in ...he right places. Since she had given birth, a year ago, men paid particular attention to her breasts as they had gone from a 36c to a 40dd and were often swollen with Milk. Her husband, Michael, considered himself a lucky man (and so did his friends). She dressed in her black skirt heels with a white blouse and went to meet the others. It turned. I barely caught the quiet chant and saw a flash of movement in time to interpose my body between the magician and Renelle.The fireball from the magician's hurt spell exploded against my magic armor, the potent magical gear protecting me from all but a little warm breeze of air. I actually heard the cloaked magic user mutter, Uh oh, from his place of concealment in a knot of small, thick pine trees."That's not a fireball," I said in my best Crocodile Dundee as I raised my sword. "This is a. Despite the body-shaking climax I’d just had, I felt oddly unsatisfied. I wanted more. Looking down at the dancing couples in masks and costumes, I searched the room for him, expecting to see a man just entering the room, a man wearing a dark shirt, and me on his hands. No, I realized, he won’t make it that easy. He wants me to find him, and perhaps to find something else too. Smoothing my black party dress down over my tingling thighs and adjusting my small black velvet mask, I made my way. "Yeah," I agreed. "They shoulda been back by now." They're comin'." Jill blew out a cloud of smoke. "Hey, you got any pills?" Shit," I snorted. "I ain't had any pills in two weeks." I took my last one yesterday," she said, biting her bottom lip."Don't sweat it." I shrugged. "It ain't like it's gonna matter anyway." I don't wanna have a kid out out here." She spit some tobacco off her tongue. "Army's big enough already." Don't worry, you get knocked up I'll take care of you," I promised, winking.