"None of us got much sleep as someone would wander away from the game and come looking for something to eat. The big television stayed on low and the ...ouches were occupied with people sleeping or watching the screen. There was no noon meal as such, only sandwiches. For supper, the crowd had thinned enough so everyone could find a place to gamble at the table outside. Mom roasted pork and potatoes and had a tuna salad consisting of macaroni, cucumber, green peppers and onion on the side. Dessert. First, there's some strange asshole wearing something that looked like it came from the fashion pages of "Witches and Warlocks Clothiers". Almost the same instant that his eyes register the unexpected presence he gets hit with some kind of ultra-powerful stun gun that just about does him in. Next he wakes up chained to the rock wall of a dungeon cell with this enormous wolf that is so damn big it must have been living on steroids and the monster talks! Once the wolf began talking - so did. What I'm saying is that life is normal, like in 'He'll be home at a quarter to five or I'll get a phone call' normal. A 'Don't do anything for dinner. Be thinking of a restaurant' normal.And the gigglingly abnormal. "I'm on the way home, Jenn. Do I need to stop for anything?" Nope. We're good."I'm trusting that Chuck would TELL me if he was bringing somebody home with him because when he walked in the door, I was standing behind it, slamming it shut and locking it and all I had on were my ear. It takes time. Usually it will be a girl at work, or somewhere you regularly see Her, like if She works in a pub or shop – specially a dirty bookshop. For worshippers who have a normal social life it could be friends or even family – not anything I can tell you about, but I would have thought a lot more risky, if you don’t want your dirty dark-life secret to be out. I worshipped several girls at work, one who I was utterly obsessed with. Again, rules first – nothing you do, and that means.