"He finally let go of my hand and I walked through the house, following him back down a hallway, into a stairway that went down to the basement. The b...sement was big and dark, with the only light coming from a huge TV at the end of the room. I walked past a wall full of sex toys. I didn't even notice what half of them were but it was hard not to notice the interesting collection of dildos of all sizes. Best I could tell there were six guys in the room and I made 7. I don't think the dildos will. Lastly, I often tended to compare any woman I met with my Mother and that, I have learned, is never a good thing. Adam was the loose cannon of the group. A wild one from the time he was a toddler, he hadn’t really changed in his wild ways, even at 22 years of age. He took a year off college, dropped out (truthfully he was told to take a year off) and, after Dad died, decided to just travel the world. His goal was to sleep with a girl from every country he visited and, according to his travel. Any foxy chicks show up, please phone me, otherwise I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, Steve, I beat your high score. Bite me. Mike Damn. That made things a little difficult, to say nothing of suspicious. Perhaps revenge was on my mind as I reached into the fridge and stole one of his beers. I stood there, wondering what to do now, and stared, beer in hand, at the whiteboard. As I drank, I thought. Something was digging at my memory, and I couldn’t work out what it was. I was almost finished the beer. Now, show me what you have done so far." You aren't a wizard, you couldn't read it. Why do you want to see it?" I could see that he was calling me a liar and wanted me to prove that I could indeed read his spellbook."As long as you are in my care, I will make sure that your studies do not lack, now show me." I didn't care about looking at the spellbook, his notes on the other hand I did care about. I wanted to see what he wrote.He reluctantly handed me the notebook. The writing started as a.