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pressure it was building was contained. The pools of air howled above her head, rubbing against one another, and she was forced to shush them lest they awaken her prey. When the pressure had reached a safety maximum and would any moment leap out of control and swallow her like the explosion of a bomb, she directed it at the man that slept only fifty feet from the brink of death.
        The wind screamed again, whipping away from her and scittering across the ground toward the supine form.
        Jake woke to the howling and started to raise his head.
        The wind hit him then, jerking him upright and off his feet. It swirled about him, raising a dust cloud that all but obscured him from her view. It lifted him off the ground and twirled him higher, higher still until he was twenty feet above the ground.
        She stood and came from the cover of the copse, laughing. Her dark hair flew about her head as her robes slipped tightly around her shapely body, clung to her, molded to her. Her green eyes flashed beligerance and triumph. “I couldn't touch you!” she shouted above the howling. “But the wind I made will carry you away.”
        He looked about, searching the darkness in hopes of catching sight of her.
        With another part of her mind, she lit the area around them like daylight so that he could watch her in his last moments, could see that it was truly she who gained revenge.
        The dragon stirred and lumbered to its feet. It moaned in panic and stumbled back and forth a moment before finally deciding to stay still and wait out the horror.
        “Let me down!” Jake bellowed, his hair wild and teased.
        “Like you let me go when you had me where you wanted me?”
        “Oh, for crissakes!”
        “What?”
        He spun about, whirling and tumbling as she maintained the shuffling of the layers of air, continually building the pressure needed to hold his hundred and eighty pounds.
        “What did you say?” she asked, thinking the strange word might be a charm to undo her magics.
        “That was a deity of my world,” he snapped. “Now let me down!”
        “Like for like!” She forced a laugh.
        “Like hell! You enjoyed what I did to you back there.”
        The light she had created dimmed as if in a blush. “I did not!”
        “You cooperated.”
        “You might have-killed me.”
        “And why do you wear the kind of clothes you wear?” he asked, tumbling.
        The dragon turned its head from one to the other as if watching a tennis match.
        “What is that supposed to mean?”
        “That dress.”
        He tumbled, fell, bobbled in the wind, circling twenty, now twenty-five feet over her head.
        “What about this dress?” she called.
        “You must wear it just to tease the local Common boys.”
        “Why, you-”
        She stamped her foot.
        “Vee necks show off your figure well, my dear, but they aren't modest, and there is absolutely no sense in trying to pretend they are.”
        She put her hands to the neckline of her robe, drawing the halves together over her ripe breasts. She stamped her foot again.
        “And those slits up the side-” he continued.
        She pulled her shapely leg back into the concealing folds of the robe and dropped her hands to hold the slits shut. But the vee neck opened again, revealing the soft halves of her moonlike breasts, smooth and lovely in the artificial psi-light.
        “You wanted me to do what I did,” he said again.
        She grabbed the wind with her mind, reached her arms out to it. She stirred it into greater fury. She spat into the wind, and the wind carried her spittle and splattered it over Jake's cheek. He cursed her. She made the winds shriek and howl. She made the winds lift him and carry him close to the edge of the ravine. Stacking and shuffling the layers like cards, she pushed him beyond the brink, left him dangling over