Really! But I know a really pretty girl. She’s really, really pretty. A young, pretty girl for you to kill. A girl with eyes just like mine, only be...ter! Younger!. It’d be way more fun to kill a pretty girl, right? How about a boy? Would you like to kill a nice boy with eyes like mine? Better than mine?”Jill didn’t even know why she’d asked that. The thought of her son Kurt had just popped into her mind and she’d blabbed the suggestion before she could contain it. She’d never let them kill her. I froze in fear and excitement. I felt warm breath at my right ear as I head a whisper: “relax and enjoy this”. I suddenly felt my body covered in goose pimples. The finger kept touching my skin along the edge of my shorts. Soon I felt a second finger. I shivered uncontrollably. Shortly after I felt a third and fourth fingers from different hands touching, rubbing, caressing.As my eyes adjusted a little to the darkness, I could finally make out the shapes of about five or six people around me.. He’d mentioned on a previous visit that he believed there were wizard’s boxes in an old city on Saran.With a little help and a lot of gold, I got him to agree to send some people to collect them for us. I told him with his help we could get rid of this Lord Wizard. I even hinted that I would help him claim a full Wizard’s box if he found one. I was a bit worried about his health and sanity.I even lent him one of my mages to speed up his ship. We were both worried when the ship came back, and my. " Sarah insists. I simply sigh and gaze out of thewindow, tired of arguing further. However, the streets we're driving downlook familiar- but not as the streets leading to Sarah's home."Are- are you driving me back to my house?" I ask anxiously."Yes, yes I am," Beverly confirms."I'm not telling them!" I blurt, panic setting in. "I'm not telling themtoday! I-" You've made that perfectly clear," Beverly jokes. "However, you arealways saying just how intolerant your parents are, and as I've never.