The next night there was a knock at the door. I had forgotten all about the offer, but when I looked through the peephole, there was the thin girl by...herself. I opened the door and smiled, and she walked in. I had never heard her say a word, but she asked me what I wanted. I told her to have a seat on the couch and asked if she would like a glass of wine. She seemed shocked and didn't reply, so I poured us each a glass of white wine.I asked her name, and she told me it was Nina. She still. It was obvious that the local gentry were involved for the men had on the rudiments of uniforms and all wore red cockades in their soft hats. Several nodded to the woman beside me, and she acknowledged their greetings in a friendly manner.I was headed for the back door, leaving Fidelia to finish her cider, when a man stepped in front of me. He was lean, well-dressed and carried a straight sword, a hanger as some called it closer to the shore."And where might you be going?" he asked, snorting up. It made sense to him. She had seen him using Melanie this way, but had not realised that a woman could bring a man to spend. She learnt this now as he continued in her mouth until he stiffened and ejaculated. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she just swallowed all that came her way. He was pleased that he hadn’t had to tell her to do that. “Now come into the bed with me.” She was nearly an adult size, in body length at least. Clustered around him, he could feel her feet with his feet, her breasts. "Wow," he stated as the room around him started to change. Within minutes he sat in a modern furnished room. Only the old map still hung on the wall. His look went to the opened book and he saw that the letters now made a sense to him. "What happened?" he asked himself loudly while examining the ring which apparently fitted itself around his finger."The magic of this place selected you as its new master," a deep voice suddenly said and Marcus jerked up. He spotted a old man who just had entered.