” she promises, smiling.“Are you sure?” you ask warily.“Positive. Do you have a name?” Mystique asks.“Jason Wall.” you respond. Mystique...smiles.“Mr. Wall. I believe you have acquired the powers from a ring known as the Enchanter. The ring reacts only to certain DNA, and mine failed, so I set up a base to see who ends up possessing the Enchanter.” Mystique smiles.“Powers?” you ask, gaping.“Yes. You’ve already gone through physical transformations. But a power is inside you. Rumor has it that the. I twisted my finger which prompted a strange sound from deep in my throat.I kept my finger there for a few more seconds. When I removed it, fearing to go any further, I realized that for that whole time I had been holding my breath. I exhaled harshly and began drawing in large amounts of air. Sweat had formed at the top of my forehead.But I did it. I had actually fingered my own asshole. It was good.I had a week to practice before trying it with a penis.------The next few days seemed to last. No matter how much cool water she scooped into her face, her insides felt like coated with lead. Sighing softly, she left the bathroom and sat on the bed.Her cell’s message notification sound played. She pulled the device from her jacket and stared at the screen. Greg. She deleted the unread message with a snarl. Words could not erase the fact he hit her, with a fist no less. Suddenly very tired, Amanda curled up on the bed. The tears were not far behind.Amanda stared at the screen of her. ‘I understand that Jack but what I have to say is important and also confidential.’ Samantha had mounted the steps and stood in the middle of the porch. The only thing blocking her way was me. Both the girl came out of the cabin passed me and split up walked five paces behind and at either side of Samantha kneeling on the deck facing her. ‘You don’t listen, do you Samantha? Do you ever listen?’ I stared at her, our eyes locked and she seemed to shrink back slightly. I slowly walked behind her.