“Don’t worry, I’m not going to jump on you,” she said finally, with her calm smile; I laughed nervously. “Look, do you ...ant to go?” she asked, in a way indicating she would understand, wouldn’t be offended. “No, No,” I insisted, “I just wanted to know.” The silence drew out again, my hand fidgeted in my lap. “Wow, you look stressed out!” she exclaimed with a laugh. I smiled nervously up at her. “Since. “It’s clear that Iger targeted us for some reason, but why?”“I don’t know,” Nimue replied, “but I surmise he is in some way connected to the greater body of sorcerers in America.”“Sorcerers? Plural?” Dave asked as his eyebrows shot up.Nimue giggled. “Dave, did you really think sorcery died out over the last millennium? Today, I daresay it is more prevalent than ever, even if it is still practiced in secrecy. I do know that each country handles sorcery in its own way, but I am ignorant. But Baltimore was usually the most popular foreign location.As a result, when New York or Boston was in town, during those lean years for the Birds, it had become hard to tell, listening to fan responses to action on the field, who was the home club and who was the visitor. This was good for revenue, but terrible for morale.Well, those days were over. On this night, the only Mets fans who could wedge their way into Camden Yards for Game Six either had gotten one of the precious few seats. She was nothing but a beast to be hunted and consumed, from now on.Her tight juicy thighs rippled as she passed me in the hallway."Creep" she sneered.Yes, I am.But I had feasted on her enough.I think I was at ten resets, last count.I was getting tired of the taste of my sister's flesh.I had cooked it every which way imaginable.Now it was time to move on.Maybe it was time to rest and live my life for a while.It was time for my last reset before tomorrow.So I slit my.