All of her art and art paraphernalia was gone. Even her toothbrush was gone. It was as if she had never ever been in my life. My entire life was gone....I rang her parent’s house. ‘What did you say your name was?’ Her mother asked. ‘Grantley Benson, I’m Cassandra’s partner.’ ‘I don’t know you, Cassandra is not here so don’t bother to call again, ever.’ She hung up. I took a cab to her parent’s house. I had been ringing the doorbell and banging on the door for some five minutes when a police. In his entire career as a Praetorian, he’d never taken down anyone who had magic, despite being trained to do so. He’d never had a genuine challenge in his entire life, and now he had one.“There we go! Back to the handsome face we all know and love!” Phalmina giggled as she finished working her magic.Sheena had made a pit stop at the park, as was agreed upon, so she could pick up the men after they’d ditched the Praetorian’s car. It was weird, staring at Jason while he wore an unfamiliar man’s. This couple was Clark Goodson and his wife Betsy. Clark was 57 years old and a pretty normal guy at 5’10” tall and about 175 pounds, and he seemed to be in good shape from working out. I felt a little jealous of them since they both enjoyed the same hobby and could spend a lot of time together, while I had to attend these shows alone.Betsy was a lovely woman of 54 years old. She was what you might consider to be a full-figured woman, at 5’8” tall and about 160 pounds, but she definitely was not. All that glisters is not gold. The boy’s aura flashed bright, a lustre almost too bright ... a façade? Jean looked closer. Opened her eyes. There was a Chi dagger buried in the boy’s chest, it’s maroon poison seeping out and being drained by the woman’s mouth. But in exchange ... there was a flow of a more sinister darkness out of the woman and into the boy, spreading upwards through his penis throughout the rest of his body. Corruption.Jean rubbed her thighs together. What was worse – the.