Once we were far enough out of sight I pulled my sword from my bag. In the two years of training I’d used the boon of gold the Morrigan had given me...to buy the sword as well as tent and a few other comforts. I sharpened it every night and practiced with it every morning. Weapons were illegal but seeing as most people were criminals by alleged Union standards they were plentiful, and finding sparring partners was never a challenge. Still none had the palpable feeling of malice that rolled off. After they had eaten, Selah rose to dance. At first, her movements were slight. A cymbal chimed and then was silent. Her foot came forward and then was still. A cymbal chimed. It was as if the motions of her dance were being drawn out to extend till eternity.Had she started her normal vigorous dance, Steven might have succeeded in remaining aloof as he thought about his doom. But the measured interruptions of silence drew his eyes to her. He looked at her feet and noted the delicate scratches. ”Stress? Today is the most erotic relief I had in years.“No, don’t worry about it, what could happen in two days?”“As long as you are okay with it.” Saying that Barry went into the living room passing Jack saying hi.“Hey dad.” He said in a nonchalant way that I found rather frustrating. As if nothing happened, how could he act as if everything is absolutely normal, with me standing right in front of him, with the bite marks of his teeth still on my top covering my wet soaked tits, but aside. Please feel free to comment or provide constructive criticism as this series is the first time Ive ever really written anything fictional. Tardiness is definitely one of my top pet peeves. I despise waiting for someone else and yet here I was, fifteen past eight in the morning and my superior was giving me a short lecture regarding the dos and donts of work etiquette, as if I were a child. I am perhaps one of the…more younger members of the office, but hardly a child, although admittedly…my.