"We go there because I hope they will not wish to fight me at my full strength ... I hope that they will just let me have her ... in order to avoid an...open conflict."Jon gave the reigns a slight jerk. The horses whined slightly, and turned to follow the path through the arching trees."What if they can sense magic?" Jon said. "I mean ... you're a powerful entity Master ... what if they're tracking you and your magic?"I had never thought of that."I suppose that could be true," I responded, "I do. ”I opened my hand and revealed her present. It was a choker, much like Calliope’s, black satin with designed worked in gold, this time a pattern of leaf-like designs. The stone set in the centre was a violet garnet, which I had hoped would match her eyes, but it was just a shade or two too red. So much for working from memory.She exclaimed over it all the same, taking it from me delicately, and examining it before clutching it to her chest. “It’s beautiful,” she said with awe, “I was a bit. By this time she was just looking at me with those big sexy brown eyes of hers with a “let’s fuck” seductive expression on her face.Jennifer pushed me slowly backwards to my bed and down onto it and then she pulled my swim shorts off. She started kissing at my neck and slowly made her way down until she was sucking and biting on my nipples, something I guessed that she had just learned soon after we broke up. Jennifer was always too eager to demonstrate whatever new sexual maneuver she learned. Dort zahlt nicht man mehr so ​​viel wie früher, aber es ist immer noch ein gutes Geld.Mein unmittelbarer Vorgesetzter ist Mr. Beal. Er verlangt von allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35 Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren interviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon eingeschüchtert. Wir verstehen uns ziemlich gut, aber es wird nie etwas Persönliches besprochen. Er scheint im letzten Jahr.