I finished the cleaning work soon. I got a towel and I was wiping his head. Again his face was pushed into my breasts while I dried his hair with a to...wel. I was applying force to dry so he had to hold me for support. He laid his hands on my stomach, above my hips and caught me. He was laying both hands on me, taking full support from his hand grip on my tummy area. He was pressing me hard. I was dumb struck for a few moments. I finished that work soon, before it went too far. One afternoon he. Gnathar warriors kept their axe blades razor sharp and used them as cutting weapons as other races used swords or even daggers. Add their strength to that, and the axe took on a gracefulness races such as the Ce'al wielded with swords.Though certainly no master, good breeding and practice over the last year with men who were masters had refined Jonar's movements and the Dei-Xhan's eyes widened as Jonar's hands wove the large weapon through the air between them with graceful ease. Dzar was old,. She never left the office for home until all her work was complete and letters put into the post box. Nothing was left over for the next morning, except perhaps a bit of filing. It was sad to see her total lack of self esteem and I would frequently praise her work to try to give her a bit of confidence. I suggested she relax a bit. But all she would do was frown and look down into her lap. She had only been with us for six or seven weeks when, one morning, she didn’t turn up for work. At about. The breaking pointcame when my mother brought home a ball gown had worn at an awardsceremony and told him to wear it for his birthday party. As outrageousas her demand was, my father's resistance was an even bigger surprise toeverybody. This had infuriated my mother so much that she staged animpromptu, but nonetheless formal feat-of-strength, with both of mygrandmothers as referees. Not wanting to fight, my father hid in theirbedroom. My mother was adamant - when he came out she'd fight.