What the Chantry knows would fit in a thimble. But how do the mages not know?"He muttered under his breath for a bit about lost knowledge, and I had t... clear my throat again to get him back on task."Right. The trait that determines whether someone will be an effective templar is resistance to magic. Everyone is born with a different inherent resistance to it. Those with higher resistances are better templars. They used to selectively breed it into the royalty of the various countries across. There is only Chastity. She serves MASTER MIKE and MISTRESS WENDY. Your son is more like a groom at a stable. He is responsible for keeping you groomed, fed, and put you away when you need to be put away. He is MISTER JESSIE and not MASTER JESSIE. SAY MISTER JESSIE UNTIL I TELL YOU TO STOP,” he said.My sister began to repeat Mister Jessie over and over. She had a goofy expression on her face while she did. Mike made her march in place and lift her knees in high step while he spanked her with. She usually wanted to borrow a movie or game or just my laptop and I didn’t care since she always put them back. I noticed though the footsteps didn’t go to the corner like hers normally do but started to walk around my bed to the side I was facing. Maybe she has a question I wondered as I looked to see where she was. I was astonished that it was in fact Lacy in my room and not my sister. She stopped once she saw me and froze as if I couldn’t see her if she didn’t move. She looked to be. I needed to see in there better, which meant finding a flashlight. I saw one on the bench. I found it, but the batteries were dead. It had been at least an hour since I came out to the garage. Maybe it was time for a short break.I turned and the door from the house opened. Mom stepped out into the garage. She had on her own jacket only partially buttoned up. It sat wide open and displayed the bulge of her breasts still covered by her sweater. More importantly, she had a wooden box in her hands..