I was reading by the fire, and she was snuggled into the other armchair.Her stomach growled.She opened her eyes in surprise. Several emotions played o...ver her face. Confusion, surprise, realization, was just a few that I could name."I'm ... hungry," she said, in a voice of utter shock.I looked over the top of my book."What would you like to eat little half breed?" I said.She shook her head."No, it's just, I haven't eaten for a week ... and I, well ... should have starved by now," she trailed. “I’m more of a software guy.”“Right. I saw in your bio that you wrote Creepy Clown Bulletstorm. It was fun,” said Paige.“You played it?” Max’s eyes widened.“Don’t tell me you’re one of those ‘girls can’t play video games’ jerks.” Paige crossed her arms.“No. Definitely not.” Max shook his head. “I just never met anyone out in the wild who played it before. It only sold like eleven hundred copies. I thought I might have that many relatives.”“I don’t think we’re related,” said Paige. “Was your. Kept warm by her jacket she took the liberty of wearing a shorter flouncy black skirt, a pretty white blouse, and some knee high boots, stylish but still comfortable for her long walk. She liked the way she looked. It was innocent but obviously too innocent for her ample breasts and curvy legs.She had been taking this same path for years bringing her grandmother treats. She knew it well - where it curved, where the bridge was, where the trees were thickest, and where was the furthest from. Since Tom was calling the shots this week, she wouldn't be able to get her self off except through Tom. She groaned and made a mental note to give him some payback next week. She finally made it to her's and Tom's dream house, two stories with a pool out back, and a two car garage. She pressed the button to open the garage, but it was not opening. "Great! its out again" she though. She parked her car and entered through the front door. Leaving most of the lights off, as usual, she began her.