She is a little different from the girls at school, not so stuck up."Megan talked about her friend. She told Kim and Jack that she had never gone to p...ivate school. She lived with her mom and dad about three miles away."Where does she go to school?" Jack asked."Lisa and her brothers are home schooled by their mom. They went to the public school but they're parents didn't like it and they couldn't afford a private school. Their mom had been a school teacher, at one time, so she decided to teach. "Honey," I began, "You know your Mom doesn't ... iron, right?"The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully enough, as there are always chores needed to keep my home as I wanted it. Once I finished the yard work, I wanted to go shooting, so I unlimbered the reloading press, and set up my favorite .45 plinking load. I cranked out a hundred or so rounds, losing myself in the rhythm of operating a progressive reloading press. The attention to detail, the satisfying "clink" of finished rounds. Lee scooped her up in his arms, carried her into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed. He began removing her clothes, stroking her softly as he did, bringing her to higher and higher levels of desire. By the time Lee finished removing her clothes, Carol had lost the capacity for rational thought. All she felt was need! Powerful need! ‘Please, Lee!!! Oh, God, Please!!!’ she murmured. ‘I need you! Please! I need you!!’ ‘I know you do, baby,’ Lee whispered, his voice was soft and hypnotic. He. “You pointed out the obvious, Uncle John. I just guided the grenade to where it would do the most good,” she replied with a beaming smile.“Let’s go climbing then,” I nodded as we gazed at the tower.“Wonder how high it goes?”“All the way to the top,” I chuckled.“Oh, Uncle John!” she sighed.“Can you scan high enough?” I asked as I could barely make out there was a tower there.“No, the effect gets stronger as it gets higher,” she admitted.“In other words, magic is going to get harder?”“Yes, Uncle.