Written with some form of brown ink that looked far too much like old blood. This also did not feel like any sort of leather I ever got my hands on.�...To bind power.’ An interesting title, that much was sure. I did what any drunken man in my position would do. I simply began to read the funky book without thinking twice about the glowing and slowly vanishing letters. It was definitely cool.The book went over how to bind the power of demons in books. Interesting topic. If I understood this right,. " She turned in the vague direction of China, some 90 degrees from where her children were enjoying themselves, and announced, "Sofia, Isabel, we're going HOME."I held on to her hand, gently. "I don't think it's a good idea to drive." I pointed to the setting sun. "Maybe you should sleep here tonight, Mrs. Fernandez. We have a motel room available."She squinted at me through the alcoholic haze. "You're not trying to take advantage of me?" No, ma'am, just trying to keep you from making a mistake. She works in an office with only women, all the men are either warehouse workers or the man that owns the company. She said her boss had rented a large ballroom in a hotel in Atlanta. And that everyone attending the party would be offered a free room for the night . Her boss didn't want any one leaving after drinking. The dress code was "very nice" , I wore slacks , a dress shirt, and sport coat. My lovely wife wore a above the knee "little black dress" , garter belt, black lace top stockings,. When he heard the spa jets stop, he knew shewas in the shower, so he went into the dining room to set agorgeous table with candles without her seeing him. Then he wentout to the patio and put the rack of lamb on the barbeque;dressed as he was, it was risky and quite a thrill. During thetwenty minutes it took to grill the lamb, he made everythingready; and she got dressed.At just the right moment, the Mistress of the house came aroundthe corner into the kitchen. She was startlingly beautiful.
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