This was no different.There were no unfathomable powers here. The mystery was an illusion. Onthe other hand, that didn't make it any more understandab...e to me.The Golden Gloom seemed to be a random force, choosing subjects withoutlogical reason. If there were patterns to be seen, none of the sourcesI could find revealed them. The only positive link was envy - moreoften than not the filthy masochistic attraction to something vulgarbut enticing.A man might become the stripper he gapes at night. He held her down with one hand as he pounded her young tender pussy with stroke after savage stroke of his relentless cock. With his other hand, he would occasionally smack her white, upturned ass in between strokes, alternating hands so he could give the other cheek its due as well.Bella squealed with each smack of his hand on her ass, but she didn't try to move away or dodge the blows. Instead, she actually pushed back as if welcoming it, inviting it to smack her again.Mark reached around. I went and checked the closet and it was empty as well. Several small items of clothing and some coat hangers were strewn on the floor. A sock had muddy footprints across it. I went into the bathroom. The medicine cabinet had been thoroughly cleaned out. Not even a tooth brush was left. What the hell was going on? As I started back towards the living room I ran into Cindy, in the hall. She looked worried and confused. She asked, "What's the matter, Jim? Where is my mom?" I didn't have an answer. ”“Completely,” Will said. “I figured out a way to chart areas I haven’t actually been to by combining advanced cartography techniques, educated guesses based on surrounding terrain, and a bit of magic. My success rate speaks for itself, I’m sure.”“The Royal Explorer’s Society would pay a fortune for your techniques, even if they do involve witchcraft,” Morant said, seeming to consider the notion. “Perhaps the Magistrate as well.”“I don’t feel like putting myself out of a job,” Will shook his.