The high school version of herself hugged her father, then ran to find her mother. ‘I was a really good student,’ the modern Molly said. ‘I wor...ked hard to get in there.’ ‘My machine says you had a 3.5 grade point average in college.’ ‘I wanted to be a veterinarian so much. I love animals. There’s nothing better than taking care of animals. Dogs are my favorite…’ ‘Do you plan to be a vet again someday?’ ‘I hope so. I would love to work in a clinic, or perhaps open my own facility.’ Silence. Afterwards the city fathers had been quick to accept the terms offered by the Bastard Duke. But, small though the bloodshed may have been, some men had been sacrificed. Among the dead was her Markko, her betrothed. Desolate, unable to settle, dressed only in a shift and plain kirtle, she idly roamed the narrow, twisting streets her mind filled with visions of her lost love and concerns for the future. Many men would welcome the chance to bed her, marry her, breed from her, but how was she to. With that thought, I struggle to sleep, struggle not to touch my aching cock and balls, and struggle not to attack you again. The alarm goes off and you are up, working out, sweating and looking so sexy. I approach and you notice my erection. You tease him quickly and remind me that I must wait til later. In the shower I do everything I can not stroke myself and somehow I find a way not to tug a load out. I step out of the shower and you have left me a note and a pair of underwear I have never. “Here, let me heal you.”“Hold that thought,” Teran snarled as she stalked into view. Yren looked at her carefully. She appeared in an utter rage but otherwise didn’t appear to be hurt. “You might have one more to heal in a moment.”She stalked up to Yren, her left hand clutching her bow tightly. She stood over him ominously, glaring down at his pale, drawn face. Her fierce blue eyes flashed in warning. “Are you okay?”“Yes,” Yren responded weakly, his face questioning. He looked her over just as.