.if he felt any... was gone. He looked at me with the most proud, possessive look I have ever seen,“I am so proud I cannot tell you, Caroline. I lov... the way you have handled things. I love this whole idea. I honestly think it was the very best thing for you. Yah, I can only imagine all the screwed up things you have been through, but you are healthy, happy, and looking like a million bucks. When I met you, you were a cute little kid flirting with any guy that walked by. You had lots of promise. The front window lit up, glowing yellow. She opened the white door and the screen door and yelled. "Come in!"Before I got out of my car, she vacated the doorway. When I stepped up to the door on solid concrete steps and entered, I looked onto a tidy home, small but bigger than the outside suggested."Sit anywhere," she yelled from one of the two bedrooms. The overstuffed leather sofa cushed when I sat on it, giving out air to make room for me I guess. It felt comfortable, like a gentle embrace. One had to control the vibration in frequency and dimension, to achieve repeatable results. The spell manipulations, when executed precisely, achieved that control, but there were no instructions on how to vary these vibrations. I could only conclude that like higher-level spells, this was taught in a different grimoire.The next day started well. The hero worship was dying down, although more students now greeted me by name. It may have been an illusion, but I thought some of my weaker pupils. She?d been out with her older sister?s friends but got turned awayfrom the club they went to, hence I found the poor little mite wandering thestreets of south London on her own just after midnight on a Saturday lastsummer. She was young, I could see that much, but Ihad her down at maybe 16 or 17. She was certainly dressed it ? thigh-skimmingred minidress with plunging neckline exposing her barely-there breasts, alightweight denim jacket keeping her bare shoulders warm and a pair of redheels.