Torts is all I have left."She hugged him. "Wonderful. And I suppose you heard about the Martin boy." She made a tisking sound. "Poor young fellow."He ...odded and squinted at her. "They say you had a hand in that, or a whip perhaps."She looked up and him and blinked her eyes. "Who, me? You know I don't own a whip."On her way home, Anne stopped by the factor's store to buy some powdered bug killer, and Mr. McMillan had an envelope for her, addressed in a hand she did not know in care of her late. We were all a bit lethargic anyway, and sometimes that's a very close place to being miserable.Sheila hadn't woken up in time to check that her brother had done the right thing by their cousin, as she had intended.In fact, it had been Sian herself who had come downstairs with the tea tray and awakened the four of us on Julie's bed; we had all been out for the count.Adrian had remained in Sian's bed, mainly because he couldn't really move after all his exertions of the night, but also because we. "Well, of course. What traits make a good templar?" I have absolutely no idea. And neither did the mage I asked. Wait, do you know?"He looked shocked, almost more so than he did at my presence. "How is it possible that people don't know? It's entirely obvious." From what I gather, even the Chantry isn't sure why some people are better templars than others."He snorted. "That's hardly a surprise. What the Chantry knows would fit in a thimble. But how do the mages not know?"He muttered under his. That doesn't mean your punishment is over. I only want you to stand up and take off those panties, and then turn round to show me that pink arse you've got." As if to emphasize his words he landed another two slaps on her, and then he let go. Helly got up from the bed, and stood in front of him for a little while, knees trembling, and a host of new sensations running through her. Then she hitched her thumbs into her waistband, and pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. When she was.