Having demonstrated her power over me she was now rather luxuriating in it.“But what about me?” I asked, plaintively, hoping my obvious distress w...uld soften her heart.No dice. My wife laughed at me again, a mocking supercilious laugh.With a jolt, I realized that she was relishing the situation. It was like I no longer knew this woman and it dawned on me that I could be in a heap of trouble.Just how much trouble became clear when she resumed speaking.“Were you not listening? I don’t give a shit. Some famous Japanese modern composer, Susumizu Hickeyzawa or something like that.Other than me there were two people in the store, save the proprietor. An old man, maybe in his sixties; and a woman in her late thirties, around the same age as my mom by the look of her. I got an idea. I remembered how I had to make brief eye contact to use my powers. As they passed each other, I caught the old man's glance and sent into himThat woman is your wifeI felt a bit torn on this. These were just pranks,. DONT GAG ON IT, the sound disgusts me, as do you. Put it in front of the webcam on the desk..... Now lower your mouth onto it, come on! HARDER!.... Now freeze. Don't move a muscle." The poor girl was choking, tears mixed with the copious amounts of drool which poured from her lips. She daren't move, frozen to the spot with fear as her Master knew she would be.With her head down she couldn't see the screen anymore. It was black and empty, like she felt inside. A force so sudden and unexpected. ”The Masons. That reminded me of the EagleLeague. Which was rumored to be modeled on the Masonic organization. Except the EagleLeague allowed women and coloreds to join.For some odd reason, I flashed on the bald eagles that I’d seen every time we got off the train. An omen? A sign? I scoffed to myself. Silly. But I still looked carefully around as we entered the Steamboat Block. I noticed Cayuse was doing the same thing. No surprise there.Christmas day was so jolly that it could have been easy.