At the other end of this strap from her nipples, dangling just a few feet in front of the girl, was a metal weight. It rested no more than an inch abo...e a box with a metal plate on its top. In fact, if the girl weren't leaning back and away, her taut breasts pulling at the strap, the weight would rest on the box. The girl arched herself backward, trembling, struggling to keep the weight away from the box. She had good reason to. From the box ran a wire connected to a pole. The pole jutted up. They were bringing out large pizzas as fast as they could cook them and everybody was grabbing slices of whatever they wanted. I claimed a slice of Supreme and got a soda from the bar. Then I found a corner where I could nibble on my pizza and sip my soda and stay out of the way. Most people were standing up and milling around. A few people came up to me to talk about the game and my touchdown. At one point, I made the comment that if you counted my touchdown then we’d actually won the game. I. C. Compton Alyssa Childers, ex-wife, mother of StacyBud Wilson, owner of second-hand store/traveling pickerSara Wilson, redhead, mother of Belle and Casey; Brazilian heritageChuck Arnovsky, weather computer geek/hacker for hireJoanie Arnovsky, also brilliant computer mindDr. Mitchell (Mitch) Harris, general practitioner/emergency room physicianArianna Harris, mother of Angel, formerly very conservative and religiousDet. Mickey McKinnon, DPDDenise (Stormie) McKinnon, partially disabled, mother. They didn’t pay me,” another woman said, as she appeared. It was La Marais. She stood about 5’-6” tall, and was a thin woman with dark gray hair and a wrinkled face. The others looked younger, or at least better preserved than she did.“They didn’t pay you because you failed to deliver their parents to them alive - a work of Magic you are not powerful enough to have performed, not being a Necromancer,” I told her.“You don’t scare me,” La Marais said, haughtily. “You’re too young and.