And he thought: "I cannot hope toendure without her. My only salvation may be my teacher, Master Muladeva,the skillful sorcerer." Somehow he struggle... through the day and long, sleepless night, andin the morning went off to visit Master Muladeva. Manahsvamin bowed to themaster mage and told him his desire; and with a smile Muladeva promised tosatisfy it. The magician took a magic bead, put it into his own mouth, andchanged himself into an noble-looking old brahmin; then he pushed. It didn’t matter if he or she was your boss, wife, husband, sister, mother, etc. If he or she was your concubine now, it was for his or her own good to be brought to heel, to be put firmly in his or her place. The alternative was brutal and far worse than even slavery: recycling, a painful, terrifying execution that took place while one was conscious, too. Seeing the replay of the execution of Phyllis Parker (see Taking Deliveries by Thinking Horndog) from a previous pickup in another place. I think he's about ready to blow a gasket after the way he looked when he came home last night." I'm not an auto ... or rather a Jared body shop," I quipped. I don't do repairs. But ... if I can get him to open up to me about whatever problems he is having, perhaps that will give me some insight as to where things are headed ... or not as far as his virginity is concerned. And don't worry ... I'll fill you in on all the details later on, provided of course, Jared doesn't swear me to secrecy. Or perhaps that was just his imagination forcing his environment to suit his mood.Like drawn to like, Chris made his way through the crowd to the old woman dressed in the bright red and white of a Mrs. Santa Claus outfit. It seemed improperly fit to her narrow frame or, as Chris observed more closely, like it was a shadow of a beautiful youth she once possessed. Her hair was once a honey-gold but had long since melted into snowy white and her sallow cheeks were rouged heavily with cheap.