.." There's nothing, I've looked." Tsanja exclaimed in frustration.Penn turned his head to stare at the wall, and it was hard to hold his gaze steady....Tsanja was right, there was nothing there.Penn forced himself to stare for some time, and tried to examine, really examine, the wall. The cave was dark, but not pitch black. Was the wall bare stone? Was it covered in moss, or vines? Was it wet, was it dry? There was nothing, he drew a blank. It was like the blind spot in his eye.While he could not. I thank you, it is such a lovely gift do I owe you anything for this?" "If you do the work that your friend told me of long ago, then this is just something to help aid both you and I. Be well Santa remember if you have need call on me as I on you. As your use of the ancient magic increases so shall your manipulation of all the forces. When you have achieved that Santa, then, you may be able to repay what you obviously think you owe me." A startled John could only stare at the female again. He'd barely had time to breathe sincearriving on the station yesterday. He really did need to get to work onthat, if he was going to maintain a viable facade while he was stuckhere. The more realistically he could create the person of VioletTaylor, the easier it would be to interact with the girls of RingedAmusements, and the safer he'd be from the wrath of Gordon Rosenthal...Rosenthal. Tyler hadn't even thought about him since stepping out of thedormitory shower yesterday. His mind and his. You know I shave mypussy, well, that's kind of a badge. All the girls keep themselves shavedafter he's fucked them, and you if you do it before hand, the other girlswill give you hell till it grows back. I've heard some rumours about himand the football team, but nothing substantiated."We walked to the next lesson, double maths, and sat down. Once again itwas woderful, I felt so natural, so right. I was being a schoolgirl, I WASa schoolgirl. Everything felt just as it should, well, except for.