I would not be put off or placed in a cue of some sort. I had to talk to someone about my wife, and it had to be Mirwanna.I strode with a determinatio... that I did not usually use in the relaxed atmosphere of the palace. I arrived at Mirwanna's day secretary, and told him I wanted to see my sister. He tried to put me off, but I leveled a glare at him, that told him I would not be put off.A short time later I was in her official office, and I was waiting for her. After about ten minutes, I was. You should all be afraid of me. You cannot even comprehend my power. Your power? Preposterous and I'm Superman. Hehe, you have no idea what you're getting into. I can walk over your dumb ass with one foot. Really prove it! Okay but don't say I didn't warn you.”I placed my arm out shooting an energy blast at him causing him to go flying through the hallways. He was going so fast he hit the lockers so hard causing him to get a concussion. He immediately had to go to the hospital. People were. Imagine yourself Helen of Troy, a woman so beautiful that men will risk their lives, will risk entire nations just to look at you, to touch you, to feel the infinite soft wonder inside you. Imagine the reverent first touch of a man’s fingers to your face, fingers roughened in a single desperate search to find and capture you. Then his fingers weave through your hair as he trembles in his overwhelming desire for you, his urgent need to touch you, yes and take you and yet, he pauses, only. Spinning her around quickly, he kissed her before she could speak again. Her mouth opened to his immediately, their tongues co-mingling somewhere between bliss and ecstasy. She wrapped her hands around his neck while he entwined one in her hair and another around her lower back. They were so close now, all skin that could be touching pressed together. Asher reveled in the slick wetness the water created. Pushing her against the back wall of his shower, he began a crusade of kisses along her.