The jaws of the feyhound were shattered, the right leg bent and twisted. The stone wall crumbled. Our souls shuddered inside the proxy. I felt the dam...ge to the feyhound’s body. Our connection wavered, grew tenuous. Aingeal’s control over her spirits flickered as, for a moment, we were almost thrown back to our real bodies.Shevoin stood over us, his magic surging at us.Aingeal grasped her spirits in time to fend off most of it, but the life magic assaulted the wicker body. It twisted my proxy,. She had very little to do with her father, but she had father issues. She needed a father figure in a sense. He nodded his head, and made a few notes as she continued.“I am single and never been married. At this point in my life, I am undecided about kids.”She stared up at the high ceiling of his office as if she was in thought “that is about it, or would you like to know anything else, Sir?”Sir, he like that. She had some training so that was good. There was something about her that intrigued. "A nice way to put it," he commented. "Tell me more about what's happened." Oh... about that night? Well, Mark took me to a woman's house, and this woman and I indulged in a lot of passionate lovemaking while Mark watched. There now. See? I'm not ashamed to tell you I sucked a cunt, so why would you have been ashamed to tell me about your orgy?" I guess you're more honest than I," he said. "Tell me. How did you, er, like it, going down on a female?"Mary shrugged. "I can take it or leave it. The stairs now looked wider at the bottom."In here, you big fucking doofus!"He followed the nasty voice to a room less than fifteen feet from the stairs. At the door, he carefully peeked in. And there he was, the Wizard. Bare assed naked, with a large beaker in his left hand, and a wizard's typical tall conical cap on his head. The cap was covered with what seemed to be all the letters of the alphabet, and they seemed to be constantly changing. The letter B, in a flash, became a Q, and then,.