The men were dressed in a variety of attire from well-ironed and creased jeans and cowboy boots to slacks and shirts like mine. The women were all ni...ely and suggestively dressed. All were stacked reminding me that Houston had more boob-jobs per capita than most other cities. I was wondering how they’d look in comparison to M’s natural bounty.There is something unnatural about a bad boob job, they just do not look right if done poorly. To me, smaller boobs are far more attractive and sexual. I wassort of in it with him, and I began to realise that if I was to stay theboss, I had to take the initiative and lead him still further in thedirection we were headed. Once I had made the decision, the feeling thatI was Mistress of the situation and of him, was quite indescribable, butnice, like being just a teeny bit drunk.I decided to take the bull by the horns, I would make it absolutelyclear to him what I wanted and that he had to obey me. The next day hecame, I told him to go to the. “What happened?” Ed asked.“I think he just erased his existence.”“If he never existed, then how come we remember him?”“I don’t know. It’s a paradox. He erased his existence in the future so that he’s never born, but his actions in the past live on in the present.”“Thinking about that gives me a headache.”It was a long quiet drive back to the hotel. Jane was looking forward to getting back to what had now become her home.After reading various parts of Jack’s diary, Robin sat back trying to. . still have to try.”“Of course you do,” the Crone said, chuckling, complete with a little old-woman phlegm. “I know you do, sweetheart. Luna knows, too. I tried, as did she, as did he.” He, again. They couldn’t speak his name? Jacob? Black Blood? Who the fuck could Black Blood have ever lost, though? “You’ll try, and you’ll fail, and that failure will leave its mark on you for the rest of eternity. And you will become a great witch because of it, one of the greatest. If you survive the.