He wasn't the same man I remembered from my high school days. Physically he looked like a skeleton. Peterson Sr. had lost a massive amount of weight.A... soon as the nurse left I quietly exited the restroom and I was the one who was startled."Come closer, I want to see the face of my killer, Mr. Sands"I slowly walked over and switched on a small light. Peterson Sr. looked startled as he apparently had no idea who I was."So Sands farms out his work now, what a fucking gutless bastard. Well get on. "Would you be interested in doing that?, she asked. I told her I would, but couldn't be sure of a set schedule. "Oh, don't worry...I'll give you a set of keys to the house and garage, and you can just pile everything out there...do it when you have the time," she said. She had laid down on her arm as we talked, and the top of the dress had opened a bit more, showing more of her straps. Her skirt had shifted somewhat, and I could see her thigh in the gap between the buttons. I must admit, it was. This one reaches almostto her hips, but does not cover her groin. Once they have finished, they pour water into her mouth: always the sameamount, as instructed by their employer. Abigail swallows it all, for it isthirsty work that she has done. Then she is carried in her rubber cocoon onthe shoulders of the servants, down to the basement. There, a drawer with hername on it awaits her. It has a soft lining that is moulded to fit the formof her sleeping body, and the servants lie her on her back.. Although it is true that permanent mental changes are almost impossible on an actively resisting target, temporary spells that are constantly refreshed do almost the same thing." But that requires constant energy. Eventually you will slip." Ah, but there's something you don't know. Every dark mage is granted a... special ability. It costs no energy, so it's easy to refresh. My special ability," he yanked the chain, and I fell into his grip; as soon as he touched me, I had an overwhelming desire.