It was a battle of will as much as it was a battle of physical strength, and it was one that McGregor had won.Overcoming her made him Zhari’s ‘Alp...ha’ according to the customs of her people, the leader of a pack whose word was law. While Borealans usually clawed each other into hamburger meat in an attempt to seize or maintain that position, McGregor had won it through more ... cerebral means.“Aren’t you supposed to do everything that your Alpha says?” McGregor chided, and Zhari bowed her head. She then spoke again, normally, but in slightly clipped tones, as if she had somewhere better to be, or as if she had just been teased for hours, and just wanted something hard inside her, but was still trying to be polite, despite a burning urge not to. ‘Now, though I will be your lover, and your boss, and your owner, I will not be as harsh with you as I am with many of my servants, and those foolish enough to make a deal with me. I find you not only attractive, minus of course your natural. "A thought struck me. It was too early to let Wanda in on my plan, but I resolved to find a suitable male companion who would keep her busy.I told her about my commitment for us to have dinner with my parents on Tuesday nights and about my plans to take Cynthia to Florida to celebrate my twenty-third birthday.Wanda was noncommittal about my obvious infatuation with the tall widow. She endured my extolling the way Cynthia's agile body sliced through the water, unencumbered by swimwear.I also. When we got to her house, her mom was dressed sharp, I mean sharp. She was going out and she had a pizza on the table for Chuck and Linda, and there was plenty and I could help them eat it. I walked Linda's mom to her car and closed the door for her, and she thanked me. Boy did she thank me, when she got in the car she raised her leg and I saw her black panties, and her legs were almost as pretty as mom's.I got a boner, and I had to walk funny when I said good night to Linda. Linda took my arm.