Being in a relationship meant give and take,right then the mage was only taking and not giving. The second mistakewas casting a spell on him. Doing so...forever changed the power dynamicsin the relationship.Jokingly the lady who went too far to get what she wanted said, "Calmdown Samantha, or should I say Sammy. I casted a spell on you for yousaid this man does not want to go out. I thought you would see why itis important for a woman to want to go out if you were one for thenight."Sam felt. I moved away; but he grabbed my hand and said I could wait for him to recover his hardness… I looked down and saw that his cock was again getting hard. I grabbed it and smeared some Vaseline on the thick head. Standing there working his manhood with his hand. It was cut, with a large helmet. It glistened with the lube…This was one beautiful cock. Now it was so hard and slick with lube. We only fondled each other for a short time before the old man put his hand to the back of my head and pushed. Rome lay still mostly asleep below, but every now and then a brief glimmer of the city below slipped into view – but was as briefly gone in the stream. Todd Wakeman, his face pressed to a plastic oval window, looked at grey wings flexing wildly in the fading night, strobes and shards of lightning pulsed through clouds that screamed silently on the other side of an aluminum membrane that barely separated his body from the howling maelstrom just inches from his face, and he was full of wonder at. I was on a destructive path, mad with grief. I alienated friends and family, and even neglected my son. In the end, it took my mother Augustine’s words of wisdom to put me back on the right path. My wife Janet was dead. Nothing I could do to her killers would bring her back. However, she would be in deep sorrow if she could see the man I had become. A man who lost himself in the pursuit of vengeance and neglected his family and responsibilities. Such a man was not the stalwart individual Janet.