None of the shots struck her. But she held out her hands, palmsopen facing the black armored soldiers. Three white-hot balls of flameshot out of her h...ands and each ball struck a soldier, the last threeerupted in fire and died screaming in agony. Morgan never saw power ofthis sort. It seemed like the stories of Moses he had read. Jennifer just stared at her, all struck. She saw this type of power buthad no idea that her girlfriend, her fianc? had it herself. Ankhesenamunwas part of the order.. I just need a couple minutes alone then you two can fuck all night."He didn't want to look relieved but he was. "So what happened? Wait; start with why you called me. I should have paid more attention. Sorry." Peter, not even." Like he ever needs to apoligise to me. "I called 'cause the date was with Ame." ... who is?" Peter asked, clearly not remembering her."The one with the nails." He still didn't remember her. "The one you put a very specific 'no touch' rule on." Oh. Rules conflict. Fuck. He walked down the hall and came up short at the end, in sight of the kitchen. Instinctively, he took a silent step back into the shadows of the hallway so he could watch her. His breath was coming shallow and ragged as he stared and all pretense of his metal self-control" was gone.Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun held with a clip. Soft, curling tendrils escaped and framed her face and brushed her neck. She wore a white t-shirt that rode low and bared one shoulder. I walked in to it knowing that I'll be submitting myself to someone for an exchange of some form of finance. Who am I? Who have I become? I've become the woman I've often fantasized about in my adolescent years. I look him straight in the eyes as I take off my shoes and tell him I knew he'd want this mid-way through dinner. The dark circles around his eyes, boyish good looks and slim frame hides the dark desires of his soul, but his piercing eyes looking right into mine tells me he's anything.