“Alright, fine. That time I gave you a foot massage on Monday, I was using a Skill.” She moved her legs, putting them down over the front of the c...uch, and reached her hand over to grab her mom’s nearest hand. Then she activated a Skill at near full power.“Now that’s interesting,” Mom said excitedly, turning her daughter’s vibrating hand to get a better look. “Hm, it doesn’t seem to be muscular,” she muttered after a moment, eyes studying intently. Another moment passed, and she blinked. “Well,. Ezra stuck his two arrows next to his dad’s two. The others had been on the target, but all over it.Ezra turned to his brother and grinned, “Eli, stick your arrows between Dad’s two. I got a feeling you already have this figured out after watching all of us.”“I hope I do. If that target was a deer, any of the shots all of you made would’ve put him down. I want all of us to be good at this, I mean really good,” he said as he stepped up and nocked his first arrow.Just as he’d seen his dad and his. .well you know they..they get spanked.” Kay said as her face reddened deeper. “And these stories….. Did you enjoy them?” I asked. Kay looked at me, then at Susan. Susan nodded slightly as if to tell her friend it was ok to answer me. “Yeah….well they sorta interested me. I was curious yes so I read more.” Kay said. “Ahhh I see. So would you like to know more? I can help you. I know a little bit about it. If you want you can ask me and I will answer any questions for you.” I said. “Huh? I. The need for something different. Over the last year believe that I found whatever it was I was looking for. This is how it all began. January 1st, 2005 Dylan Montgomery sat, yet again, in bumper-to-bumper traffic going over the bridge into Manhattan. His suit jacket hung neatly on the hook in the back seat and he felt that his tie was getting tighter and tighter with each blare of a nearby horn. ‘For the love of GOD! Can we please move?!’ Dylan screamed over the radio to no one in particular..