"Well I'm not sure if this is good news or bad news," he says jovially."But you're not pregnant." Good news," I reply. And I am relieved. Which meant ...t least some partof me thought a demon baby a possibility. That's such a grim testamentto my life really.He looks at my chart. If he's looking at my age I'm going to punch himin the face. Well maybe if he makes comment on it. Something like, 'Welldon't leave it too late.'But he doesn't.Dressed and returning to my friends I have a mission."You two. The blouse you are wearing, blowing lightly in the late summer breeze, revealing ever so briefly the contents underneath made my heart skip and jump like nothing else can. The matching white wrap you have around your bathing suit bottoms flowing down the perfect curves of your legs and ends just above the cutest ankles I have ever seen. Even your sandals, with the little flowers on them, accentuated your feet in such a way that made them look like they might actually belong to an angel.“Are you. ” Then I chuckled. “You write as imornery81 don’t you?” she asked, smiling at me from behind her oversized sunglasses. I about shit and she laughed as she punched the accelerator and we pulled out into the road. “You told me online the other day that you were going on holiday! When you went to get dressed, Dad told me you wrote smut and it was really good, just like my American friend!” “That would make you….” “Yes, yes it does.” Her hand slipped into my lap and squeezed my bulge. “Wait. I have no use for spells or powers. I rule my people fairly and justly." I've never heard of the Seventh Kingdom," she admitted. Then she jumped, squeezing her thighs together. "It begins again, Balor!"He lifted her, setting her astride the horse, her bottom pressed firmly against his groin. Pulling the edges of his cloak apart, he let his hand linger on her breast, pulling and twisting at her nipple that had grown quite hard in the cool of the evening breeze. His other hand stole determinedly.