.. can I call you ... Charles?” Ms. Roth asked me now.“Sure. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Ms. Roth? Or should I call you ‘Prin...ipal’ Roth now?” I smiled, feeling a bit disarmed by the former vice-principal who had saved my hide and put that asshole in jail where he belonged.“How about Samantha, Sammie, or just Sam? You won’t be one of my students much longer and I owe you ... big-time,” she told me with a very friendly smile.“You owe me? Are you sure that I don’t owe you. The man leaning against the hood is the limousine driver and probably has a lot to say."Lisa and I dropped the magazines from our rifles and put them into our equipment cases. We stepped down to the tarmac when they were stored and watched as the uniformed men went from body to body.A couple of more cars were rolling our way with little bullet lights on top. Two men got out of the first car and showed their badges as being Chicago detectives. The next car had four Deputy Marshals who got out. ’ Catherine noticed it was more of a command than a question, ‘Ok.’ It seemed like the rest of the night faded away to only include Daniel and Catherine. She did not even argue when he led her to his car as they were leaving. He held her hand the entire trip to her home and as soon as they got there, he took her keys and led her into the house. He noticed how quiet she was being, but she didn’t object when he walked her to the bedroom. He loved how her eyes watched him as he removed his shirt.. "Ehh," said Rhian. "This reminds me of something my aunty told me about haha. That's weird." "What so, these are a thing then, these squishy jelly pebbles," said Gwyneth. "Well apparently!" Said Rhian. "They're supposed to be some kind of magic, aren't they. I'm sure it's some kind of, some kind of very strange magic." Erotic magic perhaps," exclaimed Gwyneth. "Haha," laughed Rhian. "Perhaps! From what I remember though, you're not supposed to touch them I think." Why though," Exclaimed.