Eventually they did, but the delay was caused by one of the men having a broken leg. It was a simple break, so I was able to set it and apply a splint... before we rode back home. The consensus was that the raid had been successful, but it had been a lot more work than anybody had anticipated.When we got home and the story of the raid was told in excruciating detail by everybody, yes, I was finally learning how to act properly in public, I was awarded four of the scalps. My wives very proudly tied. It was a younger and happier Emma whose schoolgirl face smiled out at him. But it was certainly the same delightful if foul-mouthed and well plastered woman he had rescued from a night in a police cell.Sir Alan nodded and Lady Henderson looked sad, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue."Yes. That's our Emma. I threw her out a couple of years ago and have little idea what has happened to her. She disgraced us all and chucked away what could have been a brilliant career. The last I heard she was. I was 13-years-old the first time that I had sex; and it was with my sister Felicia, who was 18-years-old at the time.It was about 7 PM on a Sunday. Our parents had gone out, leaving Felicia the task of looking after me. She was up in her room catching up on homework that she had neglected over the weekend and I was downstairs watching TV.Suddenly, I heard the bells of the Mister Softee truck outside the house, which excited me because I really felt in the mood for some ice cream. I knew that. I quickly checked her pulse and breathing, as I had seen in movies and shows, both seemed fine. She had landed on a soft faux rug in our bathroom, can she still get a concussion? Why did she fall in the first place? Is she fucking with me? I messed with her face, grabbed her slobbery tongue, no response.Then suddenly, I came aware of the a frightening proposition… did… the book do this? A real life spell? I ran to my room and grabbed the book before sprinting back to the bathroom. The passage.