"No. Everything is not alright. Years of planning has tumbled down around my ears. I hear you're to blame for that."I tried to give him my best mockin...g grin, despite the fact that my head felt like shit. "Sorry 'bout that Ronnie."His dark blue eyes settled into something that could only be called hatred. "That's not actually the reason I've brought you here ... it's just a pleasurable bonus."Sarah sniffled in the corner. My eyes darted to her ... then back to Ronald."Why have you brought us. ..?" ...What do you think magic users are?" Fiona demanded. She had adisgusted look on her face. "I should hit you with my broom for that. Ishould turn you into a frog for that. I should.... I would erase you fromexistence, if I could! It's bigotry like that which holds us all backfrom progress in this world, you know." I'm sorry..." he looked away. "It's just. My family always said witches- I mean. Wizards. And witches. Like to eat human flesh... and you havean awfully big cauldron..." For. Good luck and have a great evening.” The men were taken out the back door of the room leading to another narrow dark hallway. They entered a room which had comfortable chairs waiting for them. The men sat down some laughing about the clothing they were issued. It seemed like forever waiting in that room. Perhaps two hours before one of the black men walked back in and made an announcement. “OK gentlemen. I’m going to be calling you out by name one at a time in a few minutes so please stay. He seemed to sense my question. “No, pet. We're not done. We're nowhere near done...” * I opened my eyes to dark walls, dark sheets, and a candle on the night table that was nearly guttered out. The black silk felt like heaven on my skin as I stretched languorously. A variety of aches and pains sung out over my body, reminding me vividly of the night's adventure. I stilled, listening for the quiet breathing of my Master. When all I heard was the sizzle of the candle, I sat up in the wide lake.