Even if she just stands back and neutralizes a mage. It's not that we can't do it without her – we are ridiculously awesome, after all – but we sh...ouldn't."I was impressed at his succinct summary of the situation. And of course, he was right; they wouldn't always be able to protect me. Not that I was some sort of blood-thirsty idiot; I was still nauseous when I thought about trying to actually stab a real person with my daggers, but if I was going to be stuck in this world – if I wanted to be. He turned down the covers, washed her arms, her breasts and her belly. He washed both her legs which were scuffed and bruised, being careful with her injuries. He gently washed her small white feet and dried them. He held one in his hands and studied it, then planted a kiss on it. Then he went to his dresser and found some dusting powder and lightly went over her with the feather puff.He then stood back and admired her female beauty, lying there nude and so still on his big mahogany masculine. Military life hadn't exactly helped my manners... at least not at the dinner table.Stacey sat down with a cup of coffee and watched me eat.I engulfed the delicious food. A few minutes later the plate was empty."My, but you were hungry," Stacey said in astonishment."Sorry," I answered sheepishly. "That was delicious," I added."Macy is a great cook, even if it pains me to say so." A wry smile crossed her face. "Old coot," she whispered in a conspiratorial tone.I smiled."So what brings you out in. Anyways he came in and threw his bag on the bed, then turned the radio on, and removed his shoes. He was so sweaty, it was almost unreal, then he reached into his bag and threw his uniform on the floor, it landed near the closet door and the smell that came from it was fascinating. This mix of sweat, Old Spice body wash, and testosterone [if that’s even a smell] it drove me crazy, I wanted to reach outside and pull the jersey in with me. Obviously I didn’t, and then he pulled his shirt off,.