" In each of Cluster 48's rooms, six panels slid aside, exposing audio/video terminals. "Okay! I've opened some communications devices. Those with EME...GENCIES please let us know the nature of them. Those who just want to waste time asking questions, I'm telling you this just once! If you attempt to use a console to ask stupid questions not involving the immediate health and welfare of yourself or your family, you're going to end up on the floor!" I spun to the operators. "Stupid people get. According to plan?" asked Frank. "Don't worry about that. It's just one of those standard disclaimer thingies used by everyone in the magic business to cover their asses. Besides, just what could possibly go wrong with such a simple spell?" "I suppose you're right," sighed Frank. "At this moment, I don't really have a whole lot of other options available." Frank nervously stepped into the pentagram. "I guess I'm ready for whatever must be done, Randy." Randy opened his ancient tome to the. Turning left, she pushed the Jag as hard as she dared on the narrow, county road. Fifteen minutes and ten miles later she came to the sharp turn to the right indicated by the handwriting on the back of the photograph. She could smell the ocean and see a ship’s lights reflected off the dark murky mat of water, off in the distance. Negotiating the turn, she pushed ahead. The SUV was lost in the dark, headlights off, still keeping pace. Finding a road to the left, she finally identified the ‘old. Their kilts now erotically cut skirts that just managed to cover their crotch and draped appealingly over their wider, rounded hips. Lilien's son looked on in approval as Hort smiled at his handiwork. "Excellent. Much better." Lilien managed to contain her final scream behind pressed lips as Hort gave one last, firm thrust into her and came deep inside her. Exhausted, Lilien collapsed to the floor as Hort stood. "Bring the ladies with you." He said as he turned and started to walk off. "Come,.