Then her eyes suddenly fell for a moment. Then the smirk turned into a broad, mischievous smile. She took a deliberate step towards Reina. “My-my, h...ven't you forgotten something, little acolyte?” Her voice was searing hot, and just vaguely threatening.“What do you mean”- Reina instinctively reached for her warding talisman that she kept around her neck. But it wasn't there. “Oh no,” she whimpered as she realized it must have gotten caught on some branch, or gotten torn loose.“Oh, yes,” Beleeza. She was a presence in the room that was hard to detect, unnoticeable in the best of circumstances, and it had to be more than just her diminutive appearance. It was certainly a kind of magic.Beth looked over at Quetzalli, then Dana. The ghost that Quetzalli had touched had looked different after being zapped, much like Jenny did when she manifested. Why were these ghosts different from Jenny? How come they didn’t drain the energy from the room? And lastly, how the hell were they able to come. The constant, unrelenting hum of the engine which seemed to permeate throughout the bus was no longer the noise it was when she was more awake. As her daydream became stronger, with her eyes closed, the bus slowly faded a little more into the background. She became more and more aware of the warmth growing between her legs. She thought of all the things he wanted her to do, the instructions he had sent her, and felt herself growing wetter and wetter as she imagined following them through and. One of my most respected ropers, Amanda, brought him in. Ropers were gorgeous young women who had accepted my philosophy of male sex inferiority. Eventually, after coming to a few of my sessions, I would asked them if they wanted to put thought into action. Would they like to take part in converting boys into something more useful and in line with needs of THE superior female? Some shied away. I would discuss some of our methods. "That's barbaric," one promising pupil said before.