He believes my aspiring to be a professional musician is delusional and a complete waste of time, money and brain cells; hence his refusal to fork ove... for my academy tuition. Instead, he shifted his paternal grace to my younger brother and bullied him into law school. That should be a much better fit anyway because neither of them has the esthetic sense of a yak. They're both left-brained number crunchers and perfect fodder for the corporate legal world.I suppose I should be grateful for being. "You son of a bitch. Never. No fucking way." Mr. Webber reached for the phone and dialed. "Hello, I need to talk to someone in the theft division please." Joan stopped in her tracks and turned around. Mr. Webber hung up the phone. "That's better my dear. Now let's talk." Dennis was still in the chair and Joan stood behind hers. "Dennis will stay out of jail and keep his job if during the time he is paying the money back. You will be my sex toy and do whatever I desire, any time I want.. She was surprised to see the following readout: Madison Lancaster and Nicole AndersonENEMIES > LOVERS "Oh, this is new!" Cassandra said excitedly. She'd never seen two people look in the mirror at the same time before, and it seemed that this allowed the mirror to add additional changes to the victims by reversing their relationships to each other! Cassandra made a mental note to test this new property out further in the near future, and squeezed her legs together as the heat between her thighs. As he moved the gem in his hand, the chain rubbed at the back of my neck, chafing me. Shuddering, I glanced at my brother standing nearby, his arms folded across his chest.“What a great craftsman,” Theophil continued, his eyes growing distant beyond his bulbous nose.“Great craftsman?” I frowned. Did he mean the biomancer?“He built so many unique crafts, working with the raw materials to make new things never before seen.”“New things?” I hissed, a surge of anger rushing through me. I grabbed the.