"She senses a subtle change to its emotions, but can discern nothing beyond that. The energy in the pit suddenly swirls faster, the patterns extruding...themselves into the distance, as if symbolically sucking her inside. If she has to guess as to what it is feeling, she would say anticipation, perhaps defiance as well."No," Cassie declares. "I am not Projecting tonight."The Presence remains still, as if intending not to budge in its convictions. The energy swirls with greater insistence within. I tried to develop an army and they have pretty much fucking failed at the simple task they were armed to complete. I’m stuck in a cycle where now I have to ask and beg for my family to help me with college when I don’t want their help I want my own ticket, written and punched by me. Is it so hard to ask for a little independence? Add to all of this my Father and biological sister have been hounding me for time to talk and work things out between us. There’s nothing to work out, I needed him. We got to know each other from one common friend of both of us. I got her no from that friend then we started to talk on phone, she was working in some office. For many days we used to talk all causal things, after some days we started to talk about sex and started to do phone sex. We were not able to meet because of work so one day we took leave and decided to meet and have fun so i made my car ready with filming of glass and decided place and all.Next day morning i left from home and picked. He called me a week later to say that he had compiled his report, and that he would have his wife Emma come over to my office to deliver it.Emma was a revelation.She apologised as she entered my office "I'm sorry for my appearance ... I am working undercover on another case ... I didn't have time to change".Emma was dressed like a hooker ... one that you would find waiting in a brothel for customers.She was tall (about 5ft 6ins) and she was wearing very high strappy red heels that exposed her.