Time seemingly slows down and my eyes focus on a female at the end of the opening. She sits behind a table just like me. I think she is one of us. Her...body has strange markings all over it, not sure if they're tattoos, paint, or just natural markings. Her hair looks like metal tipped feathers of various colors. Three thin slits on her head hold what looks like razor like blades. I can't see her eyes, I want to see her eyes. She's biting her lip with metal catlike teeth. Everything in the room. ’ Heather was sorry she had asked. ‘I am sorry, sir. I did not know. Forgive me for asking.’ He smiled again. ‘I think you know why I asked you to dance, Heather.’ ‘No, I’m sure I don’t, your Grace. Perhaps you could elaborate.’ ‘Darling Heather, I have heard of your escapades with the male sex.’ Heather paled. ‘Whatever you have heard is a lie, sir.’ ‘You seem pale, Heather,’ Cameron said, a smile tugging at his mouth. ‘Come now, tell me the truth.’ ‘I am,’ Heather said stubbornly. ‘Or I will. We lived off campus in a small apartment a few blocks from school. For the most part the four years were uneventful, but MP did have the occasional problem with men, not that she couldn't handle them. By now she knew more than a hundred spells. She had enough power on her own to manage most of them and she was able to tap into mine for those that required a little extra. I was studying in the library and she was in the student union when the first occurred. I could "see" the two football. The big guy took Jacques’ shoes off and yanked off the jeans and undies which were already round his ankles. ‘Man, look at Bill go!’ someone said. Bill now took a pat of butter out of the butter dish on the big table and roughly rammed it up Jacques’ ass. The little guy trembled. This was going to be one fuck that would not forget in a hurry. He could tell he wasn’t quite lubed enough yet. ‘I need a little more.’ he said. ‘Someone bring me some butter.’ Bill said. ‘I gotta get in this tight.