But Em was hardly finished. She grabbed another macaroon and held it over the lighter's flame."You throw like a girl," Jovie needled."Shut up. I'm jus... not left-handed." I am. Gimme that thing."But Em already had this one lit; she wheeled around, looking for the next-closest target. She gave it her best shot, but the little fireball fell at the thing's stoney feet. It jumped back quickly, avoiding incineration."Here," Em said, shucking the glove."Use the hairspray to light 'em," Jovie. If this continued I would be known as wounded tongue girlbefore long.Three tailors were taking measurements of three different girls asthree others wrote down their information. After the first girlfinished Deanna had me take her place standing up on a stool and theprocess I had went through last night started all over again. My sheersleeved arms were once again held out to my sides as she measured them,then I had to hold up my hair as she made her way around to differentparts of my body. . She looked up at me and ask, "do you find me attractive?" I said in my view she was a very lovely woman and that I was very proud of the way she had changed her life and appearance. That made her beam ear to ear with a smile and then she reach up and kissed me.It wasn't a kiss which are shared between mother and son it was one where she stuck her tongue into my mouth, starts breathing a little heavier, slight whimpers and moans starts coming from deep down inside of her. She slightly pulls away. "Now then, why do you need my aid?" Tom was starting to get inpatient."Yes," Azel started, "You may not know this but the magical part of this world is at war. We have been, for well over 5000 years now. It started when, then, a young mage discovered a forbidden spell, a spell to drain, devour and pass the powers and life force of magical beings to the wielder.It is a truly evil and dark magic blight upon this world. The mage was Malamon, many magical beings have died to feed the growing.