" But that doesn't account for your power. There are few German Sorcerers with the kind of power you have shown," the younger man said."My power came ...hrough my maternal great-grandmother. She was a Mac Tavish," I told him."Yes!" said the elf, whom we had all ignored until now, who had a large volume open there beside the table. "There were a number of Mac Tavish women that emigrated here. Some were noted witches, but their power seemed to diminish here," the elf continued."Yes," the bearded. I was being held in what was obviously a converted basement. Convertedinto what, I couldn't tell. Some sort of dungeon, I supposed. But it wasbright, well lit by halogen lamps on the ceiling. There were nobloodstains or rusty saws hanging from pegboards, I hadn't been leftbleeding to death in the park. Small blessings, I guess, but they weresomething to hold on to.Then I heard the door at the top of the stairs creak open, and the manfrom the park descended.In the park he had seemed absolutely. She lazily sat beside me. She was making her hairs and I kept my hand on her thighs. She did not react. She kept her hand on my hand and held me by the chin and kissed on my cheeks.She looked at me and said, “Now or after you fill water?” I replied, “I have already filled water and we have extra time also.” I showed her the clock we had more than an hour for our routine to start. She looked at the clock and looked at me in amazement.She said, “Vinay, you woke up so early, nice progress.” Like a. There was stress involved, and the nights were long, as I was on the closing shift and had to stay until the last movie ended. But it was great! I could complete my homework, sleep, read a book and occasionally spy on people. On a particularly uneventful Valentine’s Day, I participated in my first voyeuristic act. It was still early, but the auditorium was slowly getting filled. I initially scanned the auditorium before cleaning the projector when I noticed a college-aged gal with her hand down.