A thick hourglass figure, a full perky bust, thick, but firm thighs, and petite size seven feet. She was the wife of a man named Devin Carswell. Her n...ame was Annabel. She was the most perfect wife any man could ever wish for. Her cooking skills were excellent, her entertaining and hospitality made all happy, her cleaning routine was flawless, her oral skills always pleased Devin. Not a meal would go uneaten, not a cup empty, not a bed unmade, never a plate without freshly made snacks, not a. Priya was a little surprised that Ravi was being so pleasant and helpful. He had put in a lot of work to find her a new tenant, when another agent stepped in and closed the deal; he lost a fat commission.She expected Ravi to be upset; she had seen a brief flare of anger in his eyes when she broke the news to him, but he just smiled and dismissed it as something one had to be prepared for in his line of work. The anger, if it ever existed, never surfaced again – not in his words, tone of voice,. The few people who had stayed to watch our contest have takencover elsewhere. Only she and I remain. I manage a quiet laugh but itsounds like a cackle.?No more dust, child. That is the end of that trick! I remain alive!The magic will not let me die! You cannot kill me!?There is a shell of magic power surrounding her. I can see the rainstrike it and hear the sizzle as it turns to steam. I have never seenanyone try to hold so much magic inside themselves before now. I do notknow if it is my. Your strange weapons and clothes are a dead giveaway.” I just lowered my head in shame while her melodic laugh rang through the hall. “So, where are we going to live, my lord,” was her next question. My head shot up in shock.“Huh, why are we living together? Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me, Lord,” was my stuttered response. I wish I could figure this woman out.Her next comment confused me even more, “But, you are my Lord. I am a nun of the Church, and you are the Lord Arbiter, second only.