I blew out the candle, and we went to sleep. We got the blankets out of our bedrooms to pile on the floor. Tony and I slept on the floor, and Megan on...the couch."When I woke up, the light was coming through the windows, and the electricity was back." Why didn't you tell us?" Because you couldn't do anything, other than perhaps drive back at night, with no street lights, and branches on the roads. And besides, we were just fine. It was like a camping trip. And there was no point in telling you. I took a moment. Hell, I took several. Thankfully my cell phone bill was tied into my credit card, so it was still working. I called Monday."Where the fuck you been, Tommy?" Monday sounded pissed. "You up and leave months ago, saying you'd be back in a few days."He already knew about all this crazy magic shit, so I told him the truth."Hoooly shit Tommy! Don't you have just the craziest life!" I heard him suck on a doob, hold it, and then breathe out.Then I realized that if it had been nine. She began to feel split and impaled on his black manhood. In a daze, her eyes left his and began peeking over his shoulder as they sighted me in the doorway. Her eyes had a pleading look seemingly wanting help. The trance had worn off and reality had set in. “Please help me mister, please,” she muttered. “Where is my daddy? I want my daddy,” she pleaded. As I started to approach them a black arm from behind grabbed me by the neck. “Leave them alone white man. Do not interfere or I will. A guy around the 30s, dark hair with a slight curl to it. Deep eyes, good strong jaw line, designer stubble look, and all trim and suited and booted. It kind of startled me for a moment before I realized this guy had proceeded to gather my work together, and was holding it for me. "You work for a good company I see," he said nodding to our company logo which was plastered on all my papers. "Um, yeah I guess," I said, slightly embarrassed that I had been swooning for so long. "Hi, I'm James,".