You play your flute very well. If you’re in no hurry, please sit with me and let me hear more of your haunting melodies.”“I really would like to... but I really do need to get home.”“I wish you weren’t running late, I would love to hear you play more.”“I’m not late, I just need to go.”“OH - I SEE ... You’re more than welcome to use my bathroom. I promise I won’t molest you,” she was laughing as she stood.When she walked ahead of me, I could tell she’s a few years older than Mom. She’s still very. I scanned around the room, checking for evidence that I’d been in there. That was pretty easy to do. I just had to compare what I was seeing in front of me with the image I had in my head of what the room had looked like when I first came through the door. I straightened up the covers on the bed, pushed a closet door closed that I had left open and I was satisfied.The house was quiet – really quiet. A chill raced up my spine. It circled around the inside of my skull and chased dangerous-Bec. Weighing her options she decided reluctant to take the spanking from her Aunt Jessica.Marti with a choke in her voice answered.“I um, will submit to a spanking.”“Very well, so it shall be my party girl.”Aunt Jessica was livid and began spanking Marti hard and fast.Spank! Whack! Crack! Smack! Spank!Masked Hudson looked back over her shoulder with tears in her eyes beseechingly at her aunt who continued to spank Marti for her party behavior.What do you want me to say? How do you want me to. "From where? And you are still sane? What type of person are you?" Was his astonished reply."Turch Malic! And with precautions the land is easily traversed." I told him simply.He looked at me, "Please sir, you're obviously a mage of great power! What spell didst you use? Our mage would be grateful to learn it!" He said anxiously.I laughed and held up a mask, "There is no magic, no spells! Just this simple face-mask, if a person wears it when the wind is blowing in Turch Malic then he can walk.