conquest

Arms folded under, she took stock of the person across the room. Tall, solid, dark, brooding, seemingly in control. She wanted to break her, but not tonight. Tonight was introductions and meaningless conversation; a night to be forgotten except as the time she first spotted the conquest. Control was hers to own and manipulate.

We are heading in to a time of stress and change. The entries may be short, but they are still coming.