We had a lot in common and the conversation quickly turned sexual, ending in us trading pics. I sent him images of me fully naked showing everything a...d close ups of my vagina. He sent me a lot of pictures of his dick and muscular smooth chest, never showing his face in the pics. Deacon lived seven hours away, which was why it took us so long to plan a meeting. He worked after school and on weekends, so he couldn't commit to that much time in the car. I, on the other hand, didn't own my own. As he stepped into the small conference room. “I trust you are all here in the matter listed on the docket as a tax sale concerning...” and he read from the official notice, droning on for several moments. He then issued instructions concerning bid procedures, acceptable payment methods, deeds, satisfaction of liens, and a host of other details.When he finished, he looked at the small group assembled in seats before him. Just as he seemed ready to proceed with the auction, Sheriff Johnson stood. “J-Just a little longer…” pants Miria, his face erupting into a hot flush as the spell begins to take its toll.“Don’t lose focus now!” cries Lorrian as the light grows brighter, their spell reaching a mighty crescendo.“Miria!”In a brilliant flash, the incantation vanishes. In its place lies a writhing mass of flesh. It is nothing like the elegant drawings in Lorrian's book. Miria gasps, doubling over, peering up at his instructor for even the slightest hint of approval.“I think it’s… kinda. Not any more. She'd made that clear."I'm not your Dad," he hissed.'Yes, you are, " she said, pulling out the chair opposite his small table and delicately placing herself into it. He couldn't help noticing how she checked the chair for crumbs first though. Her mother, through and through.His eyes flicked at her and he said, quietly, and with no emotion, "No, I'm not." Whatever Dad. Whatever makes you sleep at night. We both know it's not true."John took a deep breath, and glanced around. He.