Then I saw the ad and thought 'Why the fuck not? It couldn't be any worse than what I was doing now and it might actually be fun'. So I rang the numbe...."Hello I'm answering your ad in the Chicago Times. 19, not married, no boyfriend, 135 pounds, 5-foot, 6-inches." I gave them my address so they could send me an application package.Two days later when I arrived home from work the landlady handed me a parcel weighing around five pounds. I had actually been expecting an envelope. Up in my room I. I refilled it and she took a long sip off the top before handing it back. "I'm Nico," she volunteered as I took a drink. "Thomas," I said as she took the mug from my hands. A black widow tattoo decorated the inside of her left wrist and another tattoo, green vines twisting and choking a broken clockwork, adorned her right bicep. I counted at least nine different piercings in her ears and eyebrow. She was short, almost a foot shorter than me, with a slight build. At first glance she appeared. . doesn’t make any sense at all!” She sounded offended. “Magic is all about control! If you can’t control it, then who knows what’s going to happen?”Corec shrugged. “Could you help me learn? Maybe if I can control it better, then I can figure out how to undo the binding spell.”“I don’t—” Her eyes grew wide. “Look out!”He looked to his other side to see men rushing at them with weapons drawn, wearing familiar black brigandine armor. His horse was startled and jerked to the side. The animals. "Hi J," he said with a big smile and kissed me."Hi, are we going out?" I asked."Sure," he said and I could see a twinkle in his eyes, "lets go upstairs and sort out what you're going to wear."This was becoming a normal thing that he would supervise what I wore when we went out so I didn't argue I just lead the way to my room."It's too hot to wear Jeans," I said for I knew that he liked me in them."You could wear your white ones," he said."Yes I suppose," I agreed, "but I'm taking a skirt just.