Shit just got real.I took a deep breath and continued. If it hadn't been dangerous before it was about to be. "Powers above and below I ask that you j...dge this one and either lay your will upon me to elevate me as a wizard or send my spirit back once more for rebirth."The hairs on the backs of my arms and my neck stirred, then stood straight up. I gritted my teeth and squinched my eyes shut, ready to take the final lightning strike that would drop me in my tracks like an electrocuted squirrel.. This was my best friend treating my wife like a whore and I would have never learned the details if she knew it would cause problems. Originally it made it easier to think my wife was making up these stories but my best friend confirmed after reluctantly admitting to it in some detail. A short time later I began to entertain more of these thoughts and frequently found myself strangely aroused. During sex we would talk about her fucking men we knew and she would moan in approval even suggesting. At the séance everyone filed in to the darkened room, this was not unusual to the group, often she held then, transpiring the needs of her group. She was renown for her powers at such meetings. The lighting was mellow, candles burnt, incense sticks in all corners of the poorly lit room. As she held their hands, sending vibes into both of there brains, she was surprised by the readings from the young girl, she’d not noticed before, however she did have feeling for young man to her left, not so. From my position I could see her face and noticed that it now had a slight blush. I hoped the food and coffee had helped. When the session ended I took rather longer than usual to pack away my things, then hung around waiting for Abigail to emerge from the changing cubicle. I walked down to the office with her and waited while she talked with the Secretary. A few minutes later she emerged with her envelope. She checked the contents and half murmured, ³That¹ll do.² I didn¹t attach any.