I really loved her, I was willing to give up my life to save her if such a need ever arose.After her date the first year, I was understanding. The sec...nd year, I was upset and hurt. The third year, it caused our breakup. I was devastated and I didn't, at the time, understand that She had a right to do this. We were also both receiving extremely bad information and advice on relationships from our respective highly dysfunctional families and so-called friends (all of these friends, I no longer. I have been here before and prepared the barn to my own needs. I makeshift bed in centred in the middle of the room, placed beside it is a table holding my tools and instruments. I walk over to the bed and throw the girl to it. “Don’t move” I say, as a remove her restraints and gag. Staring down at her I can see the fear in her eyes. Although I want to do this I can’t bring myself to do it. Eventually I succumb to my desires and proceed with my plans. “Take you clothes off.” I say. She begins. "Two" Three" The third digit brought back the tightness and her cheating of flicking across my prostate each time she thrust in."Four" I started breathing deeply in as she thrust each time. Relaxing with each thrust of her fingers. I was going to make it. I was going to"Five" make it and receive my reward. I knew it and that was my downfall. She saw the smile and when I glanced upon her face I saw her smile and she twisted her hand and squeezed my prostate between her fingers and I couldn't. Be aware, though, that scrying metaphorical space is inherently more dangerous than scrying physical space. We're more likely to run into something that both takes offense and can do something about it.I'm still game, if you are. Arthur, what about you?I'm in, if you both are.All right, thought Ursus. The same rules apply as last time, but even more so. You two better let me be in charge.We set up, used the guitar to gather manna, and cast and purified the circle. Instead of the old cup I had.