Mam put her hand on mine and whispered, "I liked your meeting and it's all in the Ford."I leaned in and whispered, "Thanks. Make plans for Betty Ann, ...ou and I to go shopping tomorrow. I need both your help." She squeezed my hand without saying anything which was all I needed to know.I walked out the door to sit on the porch with Pap and Harry. I just sat back and down letting everything that had happened in the last few minutes settle in along with breakfast.Harry asked, "How does it feel to. "I have something better to try," he smiled a feral grin and reached out and touched the sorcerer on the upper right arm.Reaching down and tapping into the flow of energy, he called it forth and caused a tiny golden spark to leap from his index finger into the arm of the sorcerer, exciting the nerve endings in his right arm. The sorcerer felt the red-hot sharp pain traveling up and down his arm and began to scream. After several moments, Mann finally removed his finger and waited for the pain. I continued, then moved my hands to her calves one at a time—not breaking the connection. I took one hand and added some more oil. Her firm muscles rippled under my touch, while a continuous stream of sighs told me that she was loving this. I kept my hands from wandering too high, however, to build the tension.My cocked lurched when I thought I saw a slight grinding motion in Amy's hips. I wasn't sure since I was kneading her legs, but her motions became more obvious with time. Then the scent. That same smooth neck showed nosigns of the marks where she'd attempted to hang herself in the showerwith her pantyhose. And only a slight huskiness in her voice betrayed thedamage done when she drank the drain cleaner.But there were ways; there were always ways, she thought to herself asshe fingered the metal teeth of the zipper on her jeans. Later thatnight, after the lights had been out for hours, she reached down to thefloor and slipped them under the covers. *.