I require you to strip down to your boxers, and to remain silent. Do not speak a word." I pet your jaw. "Yes you may laugh, cry, sigh, or squeal" I sm...le, "but not one word. When your ready kneel on the bed."I step back to watch you follow orders. Your shirt is pulled overhead and neatly folded. It's placed on the dresser. Your jeans are slid off and they join the shirt. Clad only in your boxers you kneel on the bed. And wait. I move around the room turning off lights. Lighting a few candles. ”Ralph checked in with the insured, assured them that he was working on it, and pulled up the driver’s record for me to look at.“Okay,” I said, pointing out the driver’s record point. “This one for speeding, right?”“Yes.”“How did you find out this was a second point?”“The insured told me. He was calling to see if it was going to affect his rates.”I dropped my empty coffee cup in his trash can and got a closer look.“That’s the only way we’ll know. If they tell us themselves,” I said. “The second. He had a breast plate and helm but the rest of his armor appeared to be leather. He wasn’t going to clank enough to disrupt others’ stealth, although I doubt it is a skill he cultivates. His voice is low and measured. “Hi there, miss.”“Hi there John.”His hand reaches out to grasp mine. “I think we’re gonna do just fine, the four of us.”“Do you have any healing magic?” Robin asks.“A little. I have Life Magic as a skill and know Touch Heal.” Each of us have a couple of healing potions. That will. Rachael-3 Saturday, December 13, 2014, 12:40 amSquealing, Rachael opened her eyes and exhilaration-danced in place. “No way!” she cried, laughing as she whirled; the square of carpet 6’ distant was empty of its former occupant. “No way!” she crowed again. “You’ve got to be shitting me!”Bug-eyed, making another 360 degree spin, she gulped loudly, and tried to slow her racing heart. “Jesus Effing You Know Who!” she whispered hoarsely. “Did that really just happen? Did I just teleport myself?”She.