“You were forbidden from allowing these outsiders to enter.”Xandra stepped beside me, her head raised though she trembled. Chaun moved up behind h...er, his black hand resting on her pale shoulder. She spoke, her voice trembling, “I believed her to be the chosen one we have protected the piece of the sword for. She is the High King’s descendant and already possesses two other pieces of the sword.”The elderly avian’s eyes narrowed. “And the opinion of a flightless woman should hold any. I ate my dinner pretty late and holy cow it was tasty as ever, I have not eaten a tasty dinner after a long time, sure she got some magic in her work. As usual days passed I only get to see her in the morning and in weekends if I am home. We started taking as usual I asked her where from she is she said she is from up and had come to Mumbai with her husband after marriage, who was working in a local company, but to her irony her husband died of a local gang war just 6 months ago which left her. It was a great day and it continued for another year with kisses hugs and pics but we never got chance to have sex.Later he moved to a different country and I left alone, I missed him a lot but no result he never cared for me lThanks for reading the story, hope you like it.Below are the emotions that I expressed to him over emailNight I imagined this all ….Was totally different…..Next day you came & all my dreams came true …….All my top to half….Awesome….U have taken me to heaven where mind has. That bar over there tells the story.”After Roy was gone I wandered over to my weight set. What story did it tell, I wondered? Then I saw what Roy was talking about. The weight bar that Becky Finklestein used to effortlessly curl three hundred pounds sat gleaming in the light, and pressed into the steel as if by a die were the impressions of eight tiny fingers and two tiny thumbs. I felt light-headed. How strong was she actually? What was her limit? Did she have a limit? And who would control.