“If I got any more comfortable, it would be dangerous.” “I can handle it,” I responded. Jamie laughed. “I’m sure you could.” I turned on...the ceiling fan. “Do you want another beer?” I asked. “No,” she replied, “but I think I may need to use your restroom.” I froze. “My bathroom?” I asked. My bathroom was a mess. So was my bedroom leading to the bathroom. “Don’t worry,” Jamie replied, as she patted my leg and seeing the fear on my face. “I won’t look at anything.” Jamie followed me into my. I had his consent for everything but thesuggestibility spell. There should be no karmic debt for my spells!" You think that just because he agreed to some things under the fog of amind altering spell that he gave true consent? Did you even read what Igave you on the subject? Ah well, it doesn't matter any more. Yourcareer as a wizard is over now." Over? What is that supposed to mean old man?" It means just that. You now have no hope of wielding magic in anyuseful manner, not that you will. His knock was immediate, and so I did.This man was probably near 60, pot bellied, and bald. I thought he looked a bit like the cartoon character of Bill on King of the Hill. We chatted a bit and he was very nervous. He said his wife had died 6 yrs back and he hadn't had any sex at all since then. And he'd never seen anyone like me before. He had been convinced that he was coming up to see a female and was surprised, but hardly revolted. I told him I'd love to relieve him of his backed up. Without a word, Ahmet strode over to Peter and delivered a clubbing blow across his face with the back of his hand. ?Silence? Ahmet demanded. ?You will not speak without permission from your master to do so.? ?What?!? Peter exclaimed – which was followed by another such blow from Ahmet’s other hand. Now bleeding from his nose Peter decided against another outburst while he tried to figure out his situation. ?You will remain silent? Ahmet demanded, ?and await your Master’s arrival?. .