So why didn't my power work on him? As I pondered that, he thrust his knife at my face; I quickly brought my arm up and let the stroke glance off my v...mbrace. I grabbed his hand, shutting off my flames – I wanted to capture the assassin, not burn him to death – and grappled him.Are you okay, Mark? Mary's thought suddenly intruded as the assassin and I fell to the floor in a heap of grasping limbs.Busy! I thought back.Oh God, Mark! Be careful!The man was on top of me, his dagger slamming down at. The trip wasn't long but very emotive, especially when the procession stopped at the mouth of the estuary to cast flower crowns to the sea in honor of all the fishermen who had drowned in shipwrecks. Once the saint was placed at the center of the ship, the sirens began to sound again. Landra took Kea's hand and hurried her on board. "What are you doing, Landra? We're not supposed to go here..." Landra laughed while she pushed Kea forward to the deck. "Yes we are, you are our privileged guest,. God she would miss this place. What a revelation this trip had been. She didn’t know how she would handle things back in the city, but she knew things would never, ever be the same for her again. Wandering around, she found herself, as always – she stopped fooling herself that it was a coincidence – back at the slave quarters. She couldn’t not walk in. So much had happened so quickly here. She had intended just to walk in and wander around the playroom as she pondered things. She made no noise. Here it came. I was about to give up my virginity, and once it was gone, it was never coming back. If I were going to stop this... no, it was probably too late for that. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again, as his hands reached down to the hem of my dress. He pulled it up, over my padded bra, up over my head, and my wig went with it. I was shocked! The illusion was over. This would probably be the deal-breaker for him. I was a guy, with a guy's short haircut, in makeup, smeared.