"Who was the kid you had playing free safety at the end of the game?" Pat asked. "Is he going to be on JV next fall?" I doubt it," Mike answered. "Joe...Eberly finished sixth grade this morning. He isn't eligible for JV yet, is he?" No, he isn't," Jason confirmed. "He could be a hell of player when he gets bigger. What was your thinking with the defense in the fourth quarter, Kyle?" Ask Mike and Kenny," I replied. "They handled the defense for me." I didn't figure that deep passing was a big. Blinking, you sit up straight. Your vision gets a little blurry, and you close your eyes for just a moment.When you open your eyes again, there is a thick journal next to your drink. You squint at it, then glance around the room. No one's even looking in your direction - where did it come from?You pick it up and raise your eyebrows at the title imprinted in faded gilt on what you realize is some sort of leather hardcover. The Codex, it reads, weirdly offset as though badly designed or missing. He forced her to go to him for more training and sessions of his mastery and at the end of the story, she started to realize that she was his plaything and she couldn’t even get off to thoughts of vanilla sex anymore. So the guy had her tied to his bed, with her ready to be used as his pet toy, and he teased her nipples and asked, “Are you enjoying The Stand, kitten?”He knew. It was him and he knew and he wrote that story and it was supposed to be me and I wasn’t crazy. God, no. I thought over. "I've heard you are the best at undercover work Don. You'll need to bebecause I have a unique assignment for you if you're up to it. "If she thought she'd get his goat by suggesting he wasn't capable enoughshe had another think coming."Whatever the job calls for ma'am." You may think differently after you hear what the job is and I won'tfault you for refusing the assignment."Like that was true. If word got around he'd refused an assignment nomatter what it was . . . and word would get around,.