." All the time that she was with Hal/tony, Scheherazade was always confronted with precise, carefully worded wishes. She neverhad a chance to sh...re the joy that she had found with anyone, throughan open ended wish. Until now.... Once again, Scheherazade felt the rush of power well up within her being. Unlike any other time, she found that she couldmix in an element of her self-magic, making it even more powerful.She reached up, tugging her right earlobe, whispering softly, "Asyou. 'Dave, I just popped over to ask if there was any reason why we haven't spoken for a long while? Are you trying to avoid me or something?''Not at all John, I have just been really busy doing the house up that's all'As I looked around I could see that indeed, the paper and paint was fresh, and the carpet was new too.'You could have given me a shout mate, I would have been pleased to have helped you Dave' I said.'What, like the last time you 'Helped' me John?''Did you not enjoy me helping you. I knew I probably had dried blood on my nose and upper lip but I didn’t care. Robbie held my eye contact. He grimaced. He shifted around in his seat.“I mean…you got some blood on your face still.”God damn it, I was so turned on by his avoidance. That’s what I used to like about him in the third grade. He always avoided me. He would hide from me at recess under the slide. I’d hunt him. I’d find him. I’d try to kiss him. He’d run away. That was our sexy fuck game and here we were, playing it. His passion spent he whipped his deflating penis from Michele's anus andflung her to the floor. He wiped his buttery cock with a dishtowel whilehe watched the pitiful young Wren get to her knees, holding in a gasp ofpain as she stood and pulled up her knickers and tights."Fuck that wasn't bad," Knocker sniggered lifting Michele's chin.She stared back at him shamelessly, holding back tears of pain andhumiliation."How many of you grommets have those fuckheads turned into Bettysanyway?" Knocker.