Make me your woman.”His head swam for a moment, but only a moment.He carried her to his room. Michael decided to bring Beth to his bed. After Beth...��s mother had been died, he had bought a new bed to sleep in, thinking no woman wants to sleep in the bed shared by another lover. Only he had not found another lover. He had spent nearly two years pursuing the hospitals and doctors responsible for the death of his wife. When the legal combat ended, he and his daughter were “comfortable”. After. “Oh, but I am,” she replied with a toothy grin. “Not moments ago, I was Isabelle. I was so youthful and radiant, did you think that I had not noticed the way that your eyes traced my figure when you thought that I wasn’t paying attention? Why should my transformation change that?”“You’re a monster,” Iden spat, “you’ve been terrorizing the people of the village down in the valley.”“Terrorizing?” the great beast gasped, feigning outrage. “So I ate a few sheep, what of it? Dragons need to feed. "What made you decide to finally get rid of them?" Well, I didn't have anything better to do and Emily isn't around to stopme," Taylor chuckled."I see you took back control of your wardrobe..." Aunt Agnes said as shecontinued filing."Yeah," Taylor said. "Feels nice to wear my own clothes." I want to apologize again, if I'd known the effects that my little prankwould have..." Aunt Agnes trailed off."Don't worry, I forgive you, I mean, it's not like you could havepredicted all this," Taylor. Twenty years later, and Steve and Janie were as happy as ever. One evening though, Janie was clearly out their bedroom cupboard when a box fell from the top shelf and burst open as it crashed onto the bedroom floor, spilling three black and white sketches that were as beautiful as anything Janie had ever seen. The detail of the lines, the use of nothing but charcoal, yet telling a story in vivid colour was awe-inspiring. Janie was no art critic but they felt like truly great works of art. She.