I contemplated making her my final inclusion, but I was convinced she was happy as is. The last vial was well-hidden as I held court. As word spread a...out my new girl friend, I was THE MAN with these guys."How, Wright? She a secret druggie?" PackRat asked. I shook my head."She get knocked up? You pay to abort?" asked Dude. Nope."You're blackmailing her!" M.J. squealed. Shook my head.As the pot cloud thickened (I'd learned to cover my vents), speculation ran dry. Almost."I know. You've got one. .. I neversaw a man and thought to myself "wow, they're hot" in the same way thatI did when I saw a cute girl. But still, it was an interesting thoughtand it added a new dimension to my dressing up.I never told any of my admirers my name. It didn't seem appropriate totell people what my "male" name was, and neither did I want to use the"female" name which my former Mistress had given me. So I just calledmyself "j" in all communications. I'd seen profiles of TVs withridiculous pseudonyms like. Your eyes are blue-grey like Pennsylvania slate, so dark they must turn black with emotion, set in a face that reminds me of every Viking hero I ever read about in trashy romance novels. You're fingering the long curl you liberated, smoothing it between your fingers, and then you tuck it behind my ear with a sheepish, boyish smile."I'm Tomas," you say softly, and offer me your hand. I take it, your long, thin fingers wrapping around my gloved hand and squeezing gently. You have an accent, light. “Whoa… Maddie?! You’re using sorcery?!” Dave asked.“Um, I suppose I am,” she giggled. “Merlin saw something just as he passed away and gave me his pendant. He told me to use it to help you.”“Perfect!” Turning to face Igraine once more, Dave crowed, “Time to die, you fucking bitch!”“David, hush!” Madeleine reprimanded him, slapping the back of his head. “The man I love would never say such things, even in the face of Merlin’s death! Our duty at this point is to free Morgan le Fay from.