It was so fantastic.After an hour I got out of the lake. I walked over to where my clothes were and to my absolute horror and surprise they’d vanish...d. Panicking wildly, I frantically began searching for my clothes.Finally, after searching hopelessly for what seemed like an eternity, I eventually accepted the inevitable. Someone had stolen my clothes. Omg! This is so embarrassing! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! How was I going to get home? I walked here! I couldn’t walk home like this! It would be far too. But I divulge from my main theme and my hang-up with psychologists, ramming a fat bitch is good for a quickie and light relief, what about a girl with a body to die for, a girl with a masturbatory habit that borders on the unnatural, a girl who needs to do it every morning, in the afternoon and again in the evening, sometimes six times a day, and every time she does it she cums, now that's one hot cunt, dont you think, and whats more exciting for you, is that girl is me, and as I write I am. It took only a moment before my stepbrother was in the house. “Hey Lydia.” he said, walking through the doorway, shutting it behind him.“Hi there.” I said, smiling at him.He unzipped his leather jacket and took it off. He wore a royal blue colored t-shirt and tight jeans. I spoke again, “I was wondering if you could help me with my history homework.”“I don’t know I’ve got some things to do…” he said teasingly.“Please…?” I asked innocently, placing my arms around my back, locking my hands. The Council itself listened in silence as Simon reported the incident at Kurukshetra, including the fact that we now had an easy way to break down a Mages mind-shield; though he let them assume it was a magical way, not a technological one.“So you believe the Sidhe may have tried to infiltrate the Council and the Bureaus?” Mage Cixi asked.“I cannot assume anything else. Mage Cixi,” Simon replied.“Reasonable assumption,” she acquiesced with a nod.“The Seers can do a scan. However it is intrusive.