." she reached into the pocket of the oversized coat and drew the blade out, wiping a few specks of dirt from the surface. "I didn't notice it at firs..., it's a much different shade, but it glows like the cards do. Like the book does." What does it do?" I think... One of them was throwing fireballs around, and I know there was electricity somewhere. I think the knife... stole those. Marduk imbued the powers into his followers; he's a warrior demon, so those abilities fall within his realm. So. About ten, I sauntered downstairs and put the kettle on to make tea. I didn’t know what Mom meant by getting home ‘late’ because she didn’t go out very often without Dad. I just knew I wanted to be there when she got home with a pot of hot tea ready and waiting for her.Dad was alternating between watching the news, reading a book, and nodding off. He was dozing when the tea was ready so I didn’t bother asking him if he wanted any. I sat down with a tall, narrow mug — the kind I favoured because. My life was out of control.My trial was fast approaching: three days to go, six months since the allegations were made. My divorce was final; my wife had washed her hands of me, completely. Not even a claim on the house.My attorney was parsing every word in the case file. "Can you add anything?" he asked.I shook my head.His look told me it was futile.The trial had begun. The first three days were over; the "victim" had told her story, and it had been corroborated by a friend of hers, a little. Meanwhile, I had a position that I needed to try with Glen, a position that doesn't have a number (such as 69) because only two hermies can even try it: From reversed leg scissors positions, sort of like when two women attempt to crush pussies into eachother, we tried our unique plug, inserting each penis into the other's vagina!We could not achieve full penetration because of the necessary offset angle, and the more erect we got, the more uncomfortable it became because it was like trying to.