Those who were not successful usually left after a year. Most of the salesmen were somewhere between those two extremes. He wasn’t going to try to d...lude himself into thinking he was going to retire in ten years. All he wanted to do was the best job that he could.Finally, he said, “Some folks make a couple sales a year. Others don’t make any for several years. It’s hard to say without being in the trenches how well a person will do.”Although she was concerned about the risk of losing income,. 'So this is all real then? Zoe, how? When?' she thought, raising her eyes to her friend.Zoe dropped to the floor, sitting across from Sally, their knees almost touching and looked into Sally's eyes. She spent the next several minutes filling Sally in on the whole story, including her request and her birthday celebration, and then Stacy's joining.Sally's eyes had already been wide with shock, but when Zoe had gotten to her submission ceremony, and the love and lust in her mental images struck. They arrived at Connington's estate in the late afternoon of the second day, after spending a night in a roadside inn. Anson looked at the grey stone buildings of Fernwick Hall with mixed feelings. It had been eleven years since he had been sent away from here to join the Navy but before that, he had been at home at the place. His family had lived in a cottage only two hundred yards down the chestnut alley from Fernwick Hall, and in the waning light of the winter afternoon he could see the low. Grinning victoriously, she spun it on her index finger just to taunt the poor goblin for a bit before slamming it down on the table and declaring: “I win!”The goblin’s ears sank for a moment and he looked distraught before drawing a breath and nodding slowly. “Well played, gal. Good game.” Caevinni smiled proudly, drank the rest of her ale and then swiftly gathered and shuffled her cards before ordering another drink. “I can say the same. It was truly a close call!”Once again, her mage deck had.