They wanted to fuck me, Faoril, everyone. My fist smashed into another’s face, shattering its skull.That made a satisfying sound.“Why aren’t you...using your magic,” I asked, “if it doesn’t scare you?”“I don’t need to, Thrak.”“Because it scares you.”“You’re one to talk.” The anger burned in her voice.I smiled.“You’re afraid of your rage, Thrak. How can you accuse me of being afraid of my magic?”The rage rose inside of me, a dark tide. It had to be controlled. I pushed it down. “You can control. I stepped out, my polished shoes crunching on the gravel beneath. I stooped my head to avoid bumping it and making myself look like an idiot, then straightened my jacket and adjusted my tie. Picture perfect and flawless. I was eighteen years old and ready to have the night of my life: The Debutante Ball. Around me, I saw many guys dressed exactly the same as me. My date, Sophie, stepped out of the limo behind me and I offered my elbow for her to hold. We graciously moved up the front steps and. You just want to be a pain in the ass," I said, nodding. "Okay, then: we go to the beach tomorrow afternoon. No sundress. You wear a swimsuit the whole time, and we don't leave till it's dark." Millie looked at my cards. She knew that I knew she hated going to the beach, and hated wearing her one-piece tanksuit even more. This was a big bet for her. "Call," she said. "You're pretty brave with that pair of aces." I tried to look like I was trying to look confident. "Here's your card, Big Tits.. She heard it. "No no, I mean, you're nice looking, and I like you. This guy was, ugh, well, anyway, I couldn't be sexy in front of him. Yecch! It makes me shiver just to think about it. I mean, I'm not sure what I'll be able to do with you. But I'm willing to give it my best shot."We continued talking for a few minutes during which I assured her we wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do. She assured me that she would really try. We set up the date for Friday night at my house. I asked to.