“Stand up.”“Yes, Father,” I said, hearing the anger crack in his voice.“Now Mr. Thompson tells me you have been sucking cocks behind the sch...ol for money.”“I have, Father,” I said. He knew that. I told him last night.“He further told me that you offered both your mouth and that sinful harlot's hole between your thighs as a bribe to keep his silence.”My cheeks pinked. His voice was so stern. Mr. Thompson nodded his head, watching me. I answered clearly, “I did, Father.”“And he refused?”“Yes,. There was only one thing left to do, I hesitated to mention it to Adele, but finally screwed up the courage, and told her that we needed money fast, and the only thing I could think of was to pimp her out. While she didn’t take kindly to my suggestion, she finally agreed that it was the only thing we could do. I found my contact that got me into the poker game and explained I needed to pimp out my girlfriend to try and make some fast money. He understood and he connected me with a big-time Las. So it was that she found herself in Sammy's Sadsack Saloon as she mentally dubbed it. A place where she could drink alone with all the other sadsacks in the neighborhood.She took a sip of the whiskey and then fished a packet of cigarettes from her breast pocket. She put the cigarette between her lips and lit it, sucking deeply and filling her lungs with smoke. The cigarette was old and stale but she closed her eyes and savoured her cigarette regardless.A very young sounding voice broke her. The spell would last for a length of time and have to be renewed as it ran out. Because Jack might not be able to tell when the force of the spell was declining, they added a glyph that would appear over Jack's head when the spell needed recasting. This seemed like a reasonable compromise, so they decided to go with it until they saw a need for a change.They jumped back to the Outer Cloister and Sue cast her damage amplifying spell on Jack and Aylia. Sue was not sure how much it would help the.