In hindsight was I a willing pawn from the beginning in his plan? Had he seen straight through me? Was this whole affair a treacherous plot of a sadis...? And, if, so, why was I so damn willing to buy into life, hook, line and sinker?Once he jumped on my capricious indiscreet behavior the rest was history! He struck a deal with the outraged coed claiming it was the art of the deal. When his plan was implemented I did not have a chance to see it coming. Self actualization had occurred which some. " There wasn't any way I could tell her the truth; so I lied."God, Paul," she had tears in her eyes, "I love you so much, but sometimes the way you act makes me think you're seeing someone else." Sweetheart," She turned away as I spoke, "I'm not having sex with anyone else." It may have been another lie, but it was also the truth; to me.Yeah, I'd sucked a guys cock twice in less than a week, (you didn't do it willingly) but in my mind I was forced. Yes, I guess maybe I was, after all, I wasn't. The best alternative was to bunk-in with two good friends, a couple, in a familiar hill-billy slum neighborhood. We would share an old Victorian three bedroom townhouse.Though it was a good place to live, it was going to force some downsizing. My potter's wheel felt the squeeze. My new room was half the size of the old attic bedroom. The townhouse basement was a cramped cave. Besides, I didn't spend much time throwing pots anymore, my interests had evolved. I found creative time working as a. “I think it’s my level of unprecedented success coupled with the fact that it reflects upon you, my Mage, that sets their teeth on edge,” I chuckled.“You may be right, John, but don’t ever say that to their faces,” Morgana laughed.“Diplomatic is my middle name, my Mage,” I replied with a florid formal bow.“I could have sworn it was Walter,”“Walter?” Simone blurted out. “You’re training a Wally?”“You’d think so at times,” Morgana replied with a smirk.“Thank you, my Mage,” I sighed.“Truly my.