"Wait a second!" Jim stood quickly and again pulled away, grimacing at the pain of breaking her suction."Get Back Here!" Marie demanded, rising slight...y, ready to risk breaking the chain to get that swollen hunk of meat firmly between her legs and finally into her ass.."not yet, not yet, just wait," Jim mumbled as he walked around to the table next to the bed.As Jim turned back towards her, Marie saw Jim was holding her toy, or at least an exact duplicate of her toy."I Don’t need that!" Marie. ”“Maybe it did,” I mused. “But because of the spiritual turbulence you sensed, the spirit crossed back over.”“So...it will always come after us or others?” Xera asked as she went to work on Angela's feet. The elf tied her knots with skill, binding the Angela's ankles together.I released my magic and Angela squirmed on the floor, glaring daggers at me with her blue eyes. I knew it was the spirit. The real Angela was trapped in there, helpless to break free and no doubt horrified at what she was. “YOU are why I do what I do. I want to make you happy.”He kissed the top of her head lightly, as she looped her arms back around him.“Sometimes I just feel like I might fail to do that.”Suddenly the soft worls of her hair dispersed beneath his scuffled chin, only to be replaced with sad, incredibly deep set eyes.“You have always succeeded at that, and as long as you continue to do it for us, for them..”She motions towards the offline feed, and the potential invisible masses.“You ALWAYS. New rules and protocol were going to be explained and there was training for them. Every ambassador and director was in town. Even I was to be in attendance for the morning and afternoon meetings.We practiced the various dances for two hours. At the end I was sore but relieved. I could handle Saturday night without a problem.Our dancing partners were leaving next week; they were part of the two teams leaving for Africa.The Friday morning commute was quiet. Things at Section 12 were not. Iran.