"You hit it over, so you have to get it." I don't wanna get it." Are you afraid of the ghost that lives there?" No." Then why don't you climb over the...fence and get it?" Fine then!"I dropped the cricket bat and walked up to the fence. Sherwin pulled a trashcan near the fence for me to climb on. With my feet on the trashcan, my eyes went above the fence. I looked into Wayne's backyard, which looked so foreign, like a different planet. Wayne's backyard was less neat. There were more gardening. I did not do well at school and I was not the fighter that myfather wanted to be. In fact I used to get bullied at school. I wouldcry a lot.I started to find comfort in humiliation and in being called gay or apoof although I knew I was not gay. I didn't like getting hit but beingat an boys school my feminity and feminism was noted by my drama teacher,an open minded lady called Miss O'Connor.I grew up to hate my father. On one occasion I even told him I wished hewas dead. He hit me then and. As agreed, I picked up Sally at work, and we arrived at Pam’s soon after. Since none of us had eaten dinner, Pam had set out some snacks and wine for us to enjoy while we sat around and chatted. Finally, Pam suggested we get comfortable in her living room and asked if we all were serious about playing strip poker as we had talked about. Of course we were, so out came the cards, the rules were agreed upon, and the fun started. Now I do not know what Pam and Sally had in their minds, but I. Is there any way to detect if anyone other than us is using real magic?There are many things we can try, but we have to build up this body's magical endurance, and I have to integrate many years of ingrained techniques with its nervous system. Perhaps, though, we can try a little simple scrying tonight before bed, if you're game.I'm more than willing. I love this stuff.I was sure you would be, and I know you do. It's in the genes. While we're here, we should get another book on mythology,.