She had long dark brown hair that came down to her shoulders that she had straightened that morning for school, with thin eyebrows over deep blue eyes..., with a small nose and sweet small mouth. She was quite thin but well toned from all the running and swimming she did for school, as she looked at herself she turned and cupped her small b cup breasts and felt her hard nipples poking between her fingers. She let her hands drop and brush over her flat stomach and then down over he trimmed pubic. As she worked her way toward me I saw that she wasn't a little girl, she was a short woman - a short woman with a killer body. Waist I could probably get my hands around, nice ass, good rack and a great face. I've been known to be a little on the impulsive side so I moved up behind her and the next time she jumped I put my hands on her waist, lifted her at the same time lowering myself, and when I stood up she was sitting on my shoulders. Even though I couldn't see her since she was behind my. In his mind he was picturing his mother undressing, slowly and seductively, when all of a sudden his thoughts were pierced by a shout from downstairs.“Jason? Are you up there honey?”“Uh yes Mom” Jason quickly replied, with a slight edge of guilt in his voice. “I’m just up in my room reading.”“I’m just going for a shower” his Mom called. “If the phone rings, could you pick it up? I’m expecting a call from the hospital”.“Sure thing” said Jason.Jason lay back on his bed and turned on the TV in an. That... that cannot be. I am..." his voice caught in his throat as the realization hit him. "Took you long enough to catch on, Spartan," the jukebox crooned. "Have you even noticed your shackles?" With a start, Arion lifted his hands and stared at the markings on his wrists. The tattoos had changed somehow. The shackles were gone; in their place was a single, broken lock emblazoned on his right wrist. His arms felt lighter than they had since that day in Thermopylae. And in his chest, his heart.