The volumes practically hummed in her hand. She had tried to memorize a few of the spells, but had found it virtually impossible. They were too ... la...ge, almost, overflowing her mind. No wonder it had been necessary to empty Jack's to make room. Wendy had, after two days, managed to commit one to memory, a female variation on the spell she had used to escape with Jack. With it, she could teleport away from danger. She would also have no control over where she ended up, but the description. I stood there, gaping at her, realizing she'd just told me she knew I'd fucked her friend. And I was stunned, knowing she wanted to see me do it again.God help me, I wanted to do everything she'd mentioned. And more.That afternoon was uneventful between the girls. Nothing dirty, sexual, perverted or kinky. We did have a lot of fun on our vacation day, visiting more sights, spending time with my wife, laughing, joking, and just overall enjoying everything.About 10pm, the evening wound down, and. I could not believe my luck as I confirmed her for the next kill. I walked behind as she got off at her station and walked towards a nearby apartment building. She climbed the stairs to her room as I stealthily followed behind. At her door, she stopped to talk with a neighbour so I could not make my move. She soon went into her room and closed the door. After waiting a few minutes and making sure there was no one around, I went up to her door and rang the bell. A few moments later, the lovely. I smiled, knowing most everyone in here didn’t even know who Joe Walsh was, or that he joined the Eagles for the Hotel California album.“How’s that Gimlet, Mr. Dawson?” My bartender, Ted, was taking very good care of me. I nodded at him and held it up in a small toast.“Best I’ve ever had!”He laughed. The arrangements Rico made yesterday were paying off well. Ted had two barstools saved for me in the very crowded place, and I was assured of a table the moment I was ready for dinner. Money talks,.