She felt a slight shiver of fear. She was in a car, with a man she didn't know, going to an unknown destination. But she had her cell phone and her ma...e. And she was sure that it was Jeff's handwriting. Wait! Her cell phone! She mentally slapped her hand to her forehead and took it out. Four bars. She speed dialed Jeff's phone.Voice mail. Didn't even ring. So either he's on the phone or it's off. She left a quick message for him to call her back and hung up.She noticed the small TV above and. God, I still remember the first time I jerked off after that, I splattered my entire bare chest and my face, and I needed a towel just to clean it off!By then I began to trust the book. It taught me to conjure, and I could just summon the clothes I needed for the day, or a cute Lil demon plaything to hump, or with an hour's effort a new bike, or with a day's work, my dream computer.I had hit 18 that summer. And I guess I was a late-bloomer, but suddenly all my hormones kicked in at once. Yeah,. He smiled again at her for a moment and then slipped the blades of the scissors down the front of her bra and between the strap supporting its cups. With one snip they were separated. Next, she felt the cold blades against her collarbone as it slipped under a strap. Another snip and the bra fell away from her breast and then a further snip of the remaining strap sent the garment falling around her waist.The next time she felt the cold blade against her skin was when he stood behind her. He. It's getting so a half way decent author can't make a little goof before his characters jump on his ass and pound him into the ground. Just who do these guys think they are ... real people?And Kurt grinned and said, "yes. We are real people. You remember us better than we remember ourselves. So, get it right! What kind of friend are you, anyway?"'OMG, ' thought the author. 'Now what do I do? My characters are out of control. My Muse done flew da coop. I am truly fucked. I should never have.