Except that he wasn’t. He shook off the feeling as he dove into the food.They ate in silence, stealing glances at each other occasionally. She check...ed out his beautiful eyes, he checked out, well, pretty much everything on her. At least what he could see above the table, anyway.Emma finished her fruit first and made Bruiser his breakfast while Brent finished. She whistled with fingers between her lips. The whistle was piercingly loud and startled Brent a bit, but Emma didn’t seem to. He roughly grabs my hair and pulls my head back to force me to look at him. As I slowly open my eyes, his hand slaps my face. My eyes close again as I await his next move. Silence for awhile. When he pulled me up I ended up nearly on my hands and knees. My eyes are tightly closed and my body is beginning to feel very alive. 'Open your eyes, little girl' he softly purrs. I hesitate for a moment and he slaps me again. I open my eyes and look at him - his face only inches from mine seems carved. "You are chilled?" her companion asked almost silently, his almond-shaped eyes never leaving the opposite end of the plain and his slim, pointed ears quivering with the intensity of his concentration.They were ordered here by the priests of Solas and Lunas, sent to meet with possible allies in their long-time enemies, the Dwarves of Xeuxondra. With the inadvertent thought of their Gods, Kiya's eyes rose to the lead gray sky, now patchy with clear areas of blue-green. The bloody orb of Solas and. Again I felt something in the back of my head, protesting, but it was lost in my sincere appreciation of the gift. I thanked Dad and promised to try them. The next morning, after my shower, I pulled on a pair of the panties. The feel of the thin, soft fabric was something I had never experienced before. Immediately I fell in love. From that day on I wore my old cotton underwear no more. I had Mom buy some more panties for me, and she obliged with dozens of lacy pairs in colors from pink to.