Listen, I don't want to fight with you. Can we sit down like adults and talk for a minute? If I am convinced you won't immediately try to kill me, I'l... give you your mana back." I walked over to one of the few intact chairs and sat down, gesturing to one opposite.He struggled to his feet, face red in anger, but curiosity seemed to win, briefly. "What do you mean, give it back? That's not possible."I sighed. "Sit. I'll try to explain. But I assure you, it is possible." As a demonstration, I gave. I had no problem telling them that I was twenty-nine, and stood five feet six. It did not bother me to tell them that I was 36-27-33. I was not happy telling them that I was one hundred and thirty-one pounds, and am D cup.Anyway, everyone was very nice the first night at sea. I noticed a strange thing. There was about seventy woman, all my age, and all without their husbands. The other seven hundred passengers were all men, and they all wore green kilts. Damn strange, huh?On the Bulletin Board. He smiled his welcome, but then, frowned his askance at the look on her face.“Candace?” I said. I didn’t know which of us looked the more concerned.“Just visiting, Dad, like we planned,” she said, “lunch.” She sounded earnest, something.“Dad? Not Father?” I said.“Hmm, uh-yes, I forgot,” she said. She clearly had something serious on her mind and I figured it to be not good news for me; well, experience teaches.“Hmm,” I said. “You seem ... something.”“No, no, I’m good,” she said. “So, how are. All I have to do is make acall, and you're all screwed."The rage Clarence felt dissipated and was replaced by feeling ofdespair as he looked into Justine's cold calculating eyes. Clarenceknew that she had him right where she wanted him and was going to pressher advantage, just as he always did when he had the upper hand.Justine smirked at his nervous tapping of his fingertips on his desk.Sensing his weakness, Justine said, "Sit down."Clarence complied, fearing what she might do if he refused.