Even my most buoyant of moods is subject to the quick stab of memory, like a slap across the face. Nights and mornings-the worst times for distant lov...rs. I lie in bed in the evening, unable to sleep. The evening drifts into the early hours of morning, which bear witness to my fits and starts. These are the times for melancholy, when the expense of a day’s energy has worn me down, and left me only able to reflect, and lapse into nostalgia. When sunlight wakes me some hours later, I stretch out,. “Put these on and hold this in front of your face whenever we are close to anyone.”Good idea. I think to myself and dawn the dark glasses. I experiment with the magazine holding it up and pretending to read as I look out over the top. It settles my fears and soon we are in the drive-in. The last drive-in around where we order meals to-go. The attendant knows you and gives me the once over before asking you who I am. You make some crude comment about a spoiled niece needing guidance before going. I still didn't know who planted the bugs, but I was now curious enough to do a little magic to find out. No new break-ins had happened. I beefed up the security a bit, but nothing too overt. The problem with doing spells off the cuff, is that it takes it out of you.I did have some magical devices that were like storage batteries, but there had been no reason to use those. I had a ring, a watch, and a staff, that believe it or not, were all charged with energy for my use. I still had a cloak. The restaurant would definitely go under if that were to happen, but hey, kingdoms had been lost for lesser prizes. Jacques had Mary help him take out the meals when they were ready and fortunately the guys all behaved themselves. But once Mary was back in the kitchen Jacques had to go check on the team’s drinks. Once more that naughty hand closed around his butt and began the delicious massage of his peachy cheeks. ‘Man, my girlfriend’s butt seems like a barrel compared to this little beauty.’.