He looked into the grey books and found the story of The Traveller, how she was supposed to find a major mage of the Art, called the stranger, and to ...bring him back her home planet. He noticed how it failed to say how this would be achieved.He was sure that Sar'ha thought he was the stranger and wanted him to somehow go back with her, but he wasn't sure how he'd be received, there was a warning regarding his arrival, it seems there was a faction on Sar'ha's world which would reject his. Particularly not me. It took her seconds to put in the combination that everyone could practically recite. She was gleefully the center of attention. I stood propping my door open watching as the young lady I'd fathered and raised slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. She hung it over the door of her locker and reached back deftly to pop the clasp of her bra. With one swift motion it not only popped free it fell down her arms and she tossed it into her locker.The next to go was her skirt. She. He asked if I wanted to come by his house, he said he had yard work for me to do if I wanted and he also said, “I’ve got a swimming pool also, if you want to cool off.” I didn’t think anything of it and followed him up to his big, nice house. He clearly already had landscapers, his yards were immaculate. He pointed out some work for me to do, but said “Why don’t you cool off first, though.” The thought of jumping into a swimming pool in that heat sounded great, but I told him that I didn’t have. "You are lovely beyond words," I said finally, and my voice was not particularly steady. Samantha said nothing. I rose and approached her. She stood her ground, but she put up one hand, palm outward, as if to halt me, which it did. "First promise me, sir," she said, in a low but even tone, "that you will do nothing to harm or to vilify my husband. I must have your solemn word on that. Your solemn word," she repeated. "I promise," I said. What else could I say? "You have my word.".