.. but it was just Jim and Jenny Wren.“Come in, come in. How nice of you to call.” I said.In the background I imagined the gnashing of teeth and t...e popping of jaw muscles.“I saw the car pull up and called Jenny,” Jim said.“My phones don’t work,” I said.Jenny made a mad dash to my outside landline connection. The wires were outside the box. She touched nothing but dialed the State Police.I was unaware of who she called but response was immediate. A video was made; fingerprints were taken.A call. I watched another Wicked Weasel walk by and KC looked interested in the suit and the girl.I asked her, "Would you wear something like that?"She countered, "Would you want me to?" Maybe." If I did wear a suit like that you know what might happen, right?" KC sounded uncertain."I could guess. I think that's what Darlene's hoping for anyway." I laughed. "Let's go get another drink."We circulated around the party. Each pass through the house or the outside patio, things seemed to be getting a little. I had never been very good with arms, nor had I felt the calling of the wild or the light, so that only left me with one choice; magic.The only question was, which kind would suit me better? The path of the Mage, who follows the "goodly" path of magic, or... the path of the warlock, controller of dark, ancient, powerful magic and demons?The answer would come soon, as I later found out. One night while drinking an ale in one of Stormwind's many great (and not so great) taverns, a man, hooded,. I guess the only reason I hadn’t paid that much attention to Nancy before was because she’s Deannas friend and I only had eyes for Deanna. She asked me to come in. Her apartment was nice. She closed the door, walked over to me, put her arms around my neck and laid a smoldering kiss on me. We broke and she said, I’ve been wanting to do that for 10 years. I said, really. She said yeah, I would never have even thought about it as long as you were married to Deanna. But you are a free man ... now..