The monsters are just the right level to allow me to level up even faster for the dungeon raid tonight.”“Alright,” Marc said with a sigh and bru...hed his shaggy brown hair out of his face. He knew better than to argue with her when she was as determined like she was. Plus, he knew that tonight’s raid was an important one. Everyone in their guild had spent nearly a month prepping for it, and if they couldn’t pull it off… Well, Marc didn’t want to think about how some of his guild mates might take. I can't. So...do whatever the fuck you want, cause I don't care anymore. Bye." And with that, she stood up and walked out the door. I was speechless.I pulled out my cell phone, and I went to Jordan (I had his number before all this). I waited for him to answer, but instead it went straight to voicemail."Hey. This is Jordan. I'm not here to pick up, so...leave a message, okay? Bye!"My heart dropped, and his voice made me feel safe.After the beep, I said, "Hey. It's me, Malik. I just called...to. " Merely my official duties as tastour to the king." And how did it taste?" All honey, m'lord," he laughed.Lord Medwell cocked one eyebrow in amusement. "I don't suppose you stopped with that. A bit of buggery for dessert, perhaps? How was that?"Morgan stopped smiling. He stared at him and said with great sincerity, "Incredible. Absolutely incredible! She has the most phenomenally talented rectal reactions of any apprentice I have ever met. The first time, the very first time she's ever. Over the years, I remembered my father's words, and found myself ordering a Manhattan to savor, and to help take the edge off. Nothing unwound me quicker than a strong Manhattan. After my round of golf this afternoon, I might need three to totally unwind. Today was the last round of a two day outing with old college buddies, and while my game had progressed over the years, I was no match for the five's that my buddies had become. They knew it too and enjoyed collecting their winnings at the end.