She frenched Kamarrah with fervent passion, testing her new bonds. Her arms didn’t move. Fingers traced down over her armpits, across her collar bon..., and she squirmed. Urgent noises eked out of her, and Kamarrah broke their sloppy kiss.“Do you enjoy being tied up that much, my dear?” Kamarrah cupped Amelia’s cheek and stroked with her thumb.Amelia rubbed her thigh against Kamarrah’s. “Only if the person doing the tying is a gorgeous, skilled woman such as yourself.”A flicker of excitement. His palm shook a bit, the orb was unstable, but it was also his first experiment creating it as a new form of long distant attack he could maybe use as distraction against capable foes in the Elite Tryouts, a skill that will not require utilization of dark attribute.He extended his five fingers and the fifteen centimeters in diameter orb shot like a living bullet, evading the Titan Kapok Trees vegetation to a distance of three hundred meters than hitting the ground and issuing a muffled. For weeks there had been a solemn, almost ceremonial quality about it: very little, and then nothing, of games and playfulness. No Mr. Bad Man, no being tied up or ordered around. Just the sweetness and poignancy of love and farewell. And now... Jane couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was, again, a lightening in Peter, even though he was as tender and considerate of her as he had always been. Something had changed. She had no idea what it was, but in the depths of her sorrow. The walk along the corridor seemed to go on and on as my mind fell into a strange numbness – it felt as if I wasn’t really there and was just observing the scene as it unfolded. I saw my hand rising and then knocking on the panelled door. It opened and then I was inside standing in front of the Headmaster’s desk. Finally, he looked up.“Name?” he said with an air of indifference.“Jenkins Sir.”“And why are you here Jenkins? Spit it out I haven’t got all afternoon.”“Mr, er… Mr Lavender sent me.