Flynn continued kissing her; he let his newly healed tongue gently dance with hers while gently cupping her cheeks in his hand.  He let tenderness undo him; this was real.  She was real; more real than before.  How could a lovely girl be even more beautiful each day he was with her.<br/><br/>He was lucky; as they kissed, he placed his hands behind her; he broke their kisses only so he could gently kiss her neck as he gently massaged her back.  At the top of the garment of her beautiful dress, a button kept all her precious skin from being exposed; only a small little mound of flesh was showing and he wondered what it would be like to ...<br/><br/>"Noooooo!" a shriek came.  Turning around, there SHE was again.  But what an odd sight.  Penelope, holding the necklace medallion in one hand and a cage in the other; Screwtape did not look so big anymore.  Instead, he was a lot smaller, being held inside the barred container.<br/><br/>"How can you love him?  He's mine, Amora!  I will not rest until he is. Don't try anything.  One move, and I will drop this cage off the mountain."<br/><br/>"No!" Flynn cried.  "The one who put the curse on me can't die until the curse is broken; or else, I'll be like this forever.  Damn you Penelope!  Damn you!"