Just then, the elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened. Composing ourselves, we got off on her floor. We made our way to her room and just as ...oon as the door closed behind us Mary had placed her hands on my face and resumed her passionate French kiss. So, I resumed my breast exploration.I reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. I struggled with the second button a little bit and before I could do anything Mary stepped back and in a quick tear she had ripped open her blouse. Damn, she was angry. Angry that for the umpteenth time in her life she had to leave what little home she had. Angry that her parents never told her there was something she needed to fear. Angry that she was all worked up and wanted to fuck his brains out again. She didn't answer him, only met him eye to eye. "I'll take that as a yes," he said pulling her against him. "Hold tight," he said as he lifted his eyes to the ceiling and began to chant. She grabbed on tight to him and felt instantly. I went back to the bathroom and then went back to bed. The next morning mom came running in my room and told me to get up! I was going to be late for school. She was grabbing my clothes and shoving me to the shower. I opened the bathroom door, and mom followed, telling me to hurry. She wanted my dirty pjs and just stood there. I was still in that panicked, yet still not awake state. I was trying to hurry and pulled off my pajamas and then my undies. I had a morning hard-on, but my mind wasn't. Running always cleared my head, and it didn't take a lot of my attention, so I was free to think my way through problems.I was halfway through my run, when it hit me! The gate I had destroyed in Clinton! It showed me what was missing from the gate in Colorado, that Markus had shut down. I now had a pattern with which to start.Everything worked off of patterns. Life was a pattern. The world was a collection of patterns. Magic was a way of imposing a pattern that was not... natural... onto a.