Are you going to uphold the law or are you going to allow people to just come in, kill the lawful owners, and take over a place?" I asked."I'll tell y...u what I'm going to do. I'm going to retire is what I'm going to do, and I wish you luck," he said, and rode off.We went directly back to the lawyer's office when we got back into town. I asked him what my next legal move should be."Your paperwork is all in line. If the Sheriff won't help you all you can do is file a claim with the court. They. I turn in your arms, with my cheeks pressed against your thighs, almost grinding. Your hands start to undo the zipper and my bra hooks, then your hands slide in to grasp my warm breasts. My head on your chest, face pointed up, I start panting on your neck. My nails digging in your thighs. As the straps of my dress slip down, your hands grip me harder, the pads of your fingers pulling at my flesh; I can already feel the bruising being; my skin to be marked by you many times. I reach back further. In short, sorcerers are much better at fitting in with our surroundings. Malachai has been smart enough to tie their holdings up under one umbrella corporation, publicly traded, guarded by fine human and sorcerer minds as well as magic. ‘We no longer openly kill one another, but they do so delight in needling us. However all such intrigues have been put aside now that we know the timeline has been altered and we are to work together to divine why.’ It sure sounded like all our little ‘wars’. The servants going about their chores with calm efficiency and I dozed off rather peacefully in my cool room. I awoke to find myself damp, the bed clothes twisted around my body as if I had engaged in a fierce battle, my heart was racing and my chest heaving with my rapid breathing. One of the maids must have been outside my room and heard a strange noise because she knocked timidly on my door, asking if I was all right.Apparently her concern over the youngest son of the family overcame her.