“Magic? Ridiculous.”“How do you explain your bullets turning to air, then?” That was Other Tom.“I ... must have forgotten to load the gun.�...Now I spoke up. “Magic aside, why was Cassandra interested in your son? Well, my son too.”“MY son,” she retorted. “You were a sperm donor, however that happened. And I don’t know. That Cassandra woman said that Seth was special somehow.” She paused. “And while we’re on the subject, how did you manage to get me pregnant?”Demie stood up and looked down at the. Colonel Martin came into the dinning room. Everyone but me and the Girlie Girls stood. Martin sat down at the table with us. "Sylvia, I thought you might want to know that Andrew is going to make it. His operational days are over, but I have been trying to get him to enter the teaching staff, so now is a good time for that." I'm glad he made it, I am just sorry Liam didn't," I said."Yeah me too," Martin said. "So you know the tourist season is almost over, so what is next for you." Oh my. At first they tried to hide their developing hardons from me but they relaxed when I started caressing them with my eyes as we set watching television. Night after night I watched their cock getting harder, longer, and thicker until they were getting rampant hardons every night. Soon their throbbing erections were trying to rip through the soft fabric that held them captive. At night I fantasized about having those cocks rammed deep inside my every hole all at the same time. I could taste his. ” He sniffed again, then took a microscopic sip of the fiery liquid. “Mirabelle?”“You are, as always, the cleverest of drunkards. Yes, it’s mirabelle eau de vie. Notice anything else?”“It’s ... sweatier than usual.”“Which means?”“It’s sloppily distilled?”“Could be,” she shrugged, turning off most of the lights with a single swipe of her hand. Her chef was long gone, and now it was quiet and dark. “But there’s a simpler explanation.”“I’m think I’m too drunk to follow you, dear.”“Don’t ‘dear’ me,.