The old paladin smiled.  "That was Sonya Anriika.  She was a sorceress, skilled with force attacks and travel spells.  By the time she was eighteen she could transport a small band across a quarter mile wide river with a few words and linked hands."  He chuckled with fond memories.  "On her ninteenth birthday, she cried in my arms that she was an old maid and would die with nothing but her magic for company.  We were companions for another 12 years before she married a widdower named Akar.  She died 57 years later, as Sonya Kessel, cradling a babe who was her great granddaughter.<br/><br/>He touched Wilma's cheek and smiled--more gently than his usual manacle grin.  "Enjoy your youth, my dear, and don't worry about the rest of your life.  You'll enjoy it too."<br/><br/>Joe stripped the chestnut haired girl's feet bare.  Then he took the left in both hands and massaged it.  He had studded this art long ago, and never let it slip.  There were places in the feet that could relax and arouse the whole body, warm the blood, and send shivers up and down the spine.  Deft, strong fingers worked their magic as he looked slowly up her leg, across the curvy body under her sheer robe, then up into her eyes.  His grin was maniacal again.  With deliberate slowness, he bent to kiss her calf softly, still holding her eyes, then give it a little bite."<br/><br/>