What say you to this? This is my idea and plan for law enforcement, state security, intelligence, counter-intelligence, as well as protection of the l...minaries of state.“I will also appoint ten Imperial Magisters, one Magister or Magistra per region, a title meaning ‘master’ or ‘mistress,’ of course. Each Magister or Magistra shall answer directly to the Crown and serve only at my pleasure. The regions shall, of course, be North America, Central America, and South America, Oceania, Africa,. She wasn't dumb, not by a far long shot-she was very smart, actually. She just wasn't intuitive about math, and the professor didn't help. It was a good thing I was intuitive about math, or he would've lost me.So, I was helping her. I didn't see it as anything more than that. Though I did enjoy her company. We always took breaks to de-Calculus our brains, and I enjoyed chatting with her. But that was it. I was helping her study, that was all. That we got along decently just made it. "Down boy," she ordered, pointing to the floor. Once Charley was in position, Abby loosened her blouse and bra, placed her legs on his shoulders and showed him the pink. "Be very gentle and don't stop until I squirt." With his marching orders, Charley went to work. It was a labor of love. He never thought he would be eating this lovely creature on their first date. Neither did he think he would be spanked over her lap! Considering where his face was, Charley missed the show Abby put on for her. ..” I blushed, hard. It reminded me too much of castles and fancy dresses and being laid by silver tongued beasts. “I’m still just Venn of Stumble. No one special.”“Just a prophesied orphan, destined to bring down great empires, caught in a tragic romance with the beautiful and troubled Hegemonic nobleman,” Techne said, her voice half sark, half tease. I flushed even more and glared at her.“Fuck that!” I exclaimed. “It’s not tragic till it’s tragic. Anyway! Mal!” I tossed my sword – Hohmann’s.