I’m sorry, Tim. I didn’t mean to direct my frustration at you. The first week of a new school year is always kind of tense for me. No matter how w...ll I prepare, no matter how much I look forward getting back into the groove of things, something always seems to spoil my mood.”“Did I spoil it for you?”“No, you had nothing to do with it,” he said with a sigh. “Yesterday after you left, a fight broke out in the cafeteria and one of the students got hurt. Nothing life-threatening, but he had to go. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective reader opens to.A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next. ”Shall we have a look how the playroom is progressing?” Said Daddy and Pawel and I eagerly followed him down stairs to the basement. I held Pawels hand as we went down the narrow stairs and didn’t let go once we were stood in the cellar. A red light glowed and I saw a cross with restraints on the far wall, benches with attachments to raise your legs high in the air and fasten them in. Loads of whips, collars, chains and dildos, benches, a dog cage made of heavy duty bars and hooks and harnesses. That movie wasn't what either of us expected. I gave you my hand because you needed it."Anya started tapping with her other index finger on her left knee."You are a kind man but that is not what I mean. You are afraid of death, and that is a terrible thing. What do you think death is?"Travis shrugged, "I don't know. The Bible talks about the Angel of Death coming to take your soul. People picture him as a skeleton wrapped in black cloaked hood with a bloody sickle in his hand; it's gruesome.