Her eyesspoke of panic."Oh no! He succeeded," she whimpered. "I am a trickster mage now. Ican't. Shouldn't be. It's beyond my control." Mercy couldn't...correcther. Waiting for the first pang of panic to ebb away. "Mercy!" Victoriaexclaimed. "She will know what to do. Need to find her."Victoria rushed out of the room. Nearly running into a guard. Before hecould react Victoria did. Going down in a heap as he suddenly wasdressed in the fursuit of a sports mascot. Victoria jumped over him.The next. “I mean, you look like a million bucks, but that’s only because you go to the gym when you’re stressed. I kind of hate you for that. I eat chocolate icing from the tub when I’m upset.”“I told you,” I reminded her. “I visualize the weights as my problems and I just push them away until I get too tired to push anymore.”“That works for you, Muscles, but the rest of us visualize our problems as chocolate frosting and we handle them one large spoonful at a time.”That got us both laughing some.“I’m. Ouch! This was going to hurt! "Do it or we'll cut you up and then dig them out anyway." Good luck on that chief! When I had that hole dug I had five centimeter plastisteel armor embedded in the walls and the door was made out of it. If they tried to dig the girls out it was going to take some time and a lot of very visible effort. I doubted they wanted to attract that much attention but I wasn't going to say anything. They might decide to just blow the place instead and that wouldn't be good."I. And that possibly is what makes me leave my carefully sheltered suburb to go see the male street hustlers, who love to abuse! Especially the blacks and Hispanics, when they’ve heard they have cart blanche to abuse me, it’s anything from fist-fucking to making me clean their dirty boots with their tongue, (which has given me light salmonella) and yet I return to the projects to see them, night after night!One young fellow, a bodybuilder called Mayday, offered to just kick me in the nuts.