She didnt interrupt the gathering, sinking slowly into a pew at the back of the church. She nodded off for a while and was awakened by his hand on her...shoulder. The other people were just starting to leave. He had a concerned look on his face Clara, how can I be of assistance? She got up from the pew but said nothing, just staring into his eyes and tapping her foot impatiently wishing that everybody would clear out. She whispered Father, did I dream last night? Because you seem so&hellip, so. McVey. You have a great audience. People—especially young women—hang on your every word. Fashion, books, what’s in, what’s out—your opinion counts for a lot.”Darcie tilted her head sideways to look at Max. “Yeah, but what is all this leading up to?”“Just this: We would like to offer you a job, Ms. McVey.” She looked at him incredulously. “Now, just hear me out. We have great plans for our operation. Our biggest challenge has always been finding suitable recruits to reconfigure into LoveDolls.. Except for the weight lessening, I felt nothing from the blade. I guess I expected dancing skeletons or something rising from the earth.Of course, Spellblaster had years to study the weapon; even the magic-wise Shamans took a few days to work out even it's most basic powers. Yet, somehow I had to learn to use this sword or be destroyed by it.One tendril unwrapped from my arms, waving in the air, as it sniffing out a scent."Get back in there!" I ordered, then regretted opening my mouth, as all. Their names are Brenda and Steve. Every now and again, Her husbands friend John would stop over and they would mostly hang out in the garage. They would usually have a few beers and bullshit for a couple hours. I found John attractive, and very intrigueing. He seemed mysterious to me, and made me very curious about him. Knowing that John would always come in and say Bye to Brenda before he left, I would hang out a little longer also. After about a month, and about eight visits from John, Brenda.