Rikard had grown frustrated early and given up on it, joining the knights instead, as their father had done.Rusol, though, embraced magic whole-hearte...ly. He’d never done well at weapons training, tiring too quickly and too easily. Whether it was due to a demonborn stigma or an accident of birth, he simply wasn’t capable of extended physical exertion. Magic only required his mind, and finding something he was actually good at had been exhilarating. His father had snuck an elder witch into the. Great. Once she started crawling, on her hands and knees, him behind her, she realized she didn't know where these vents went. They were just hiding out; they were blinding themselves and chickening out."Listen," she said, after they'd been crawling for a few minutes, her ass in the air, "I'm feeling a little exposed here. Do you think you could get in front of me?" I love looking at your ass," he said. "Come on, you don't mind?" And then with a noise like a car crash, he fell through the. "OK, well, I see you're all condom and diaphragm experts, folks, so split up with your partner and let's see what you know," Rob said as he passed out diaphragms and condoms to all the couples. He watched while the guys and girls paired off and then he took all of his clothes off except for his briefs in case there was a need for him as the instructor to actually demonstrate proper condom use. He walked around the room and found that the guys were the most bored as the girls first practiced. And when he wasn’t teaching he was nagging. Still, there was no excuse for her typos. That’s how an A grade paper ended up with an F. She looked at the F which summed up her f-ing life, and understood why Van Gogh had sliced off his ears. Life simply sucked. And if that was not all, nothing mattered anymore. Her husband of many years had just told her he wanted to leave. And she was mourning the loss of a lousy sexless ten year marriage. At 34, nonetheless, and with no kids to show for it,.