I knew we'd hit a pretty good size settlement sometime during the day. I could probably trade the horses and saddles for some decent draft animals for...the wagon. The ones we had were crow bait but were only meant to go far enough to get rid of the ladies. We also needed supplies and different type clothes for the womenfolk so I figured we'd probably stay at least overnight and leave the next morning. Somebody once said something about the best laid plans. Turns out they hit it right on the. ," Just then the book passed through the vision, then the book case, the wall into the next room toward a maid."Oh shit!" Johnathon said throwing up a wall between her and the book which was crushed against the wall then the wall was gone."Very good save, you do have more control than I thought but not enough yet for full on magic. Remember to remain calm and almost anything is possible. Now we need to go home, think you can handle a transfer?" Tom asked."Transfer?" Johnathon asked."Yes, it's. As he planned on drinking, he took a cab. Puck’s Tavern, a small family-owned business famous for their Philly Cheese Steak, was a bit crowded when he walked in. Going to the bar, he grabbed a stool and ordered a Sonnet, their micro-brewed beer.He was halfway through his second Sonnet when a curvy woman with porcelain skin and a dusting of faint freckles sat beside him. She brushed her long, abundant, fiery, red hair back with her hand and smiled. “Hello, my name is Vanna.”John had to take a. "You like to be used huh? To be told if you've been bad or good, to be tied up and spanked, to be bent over and taken, to be yelled at, to be fucked and eaten, oh and tortured and teased, treated like a slave, A servant. Is that what you like?" She demands. Her voice is husky and nearly breathless as her hand inches closer to my treasure. After a few minutes of silence she growls, "When I ask a fucking question you answer it. Is That What You Like! ?" "Yes!" I nearly shout as her other hand.