Frankie was good. In fact I would have to say his cleaning was the most efficient and thorough I had ever seen a non-empathic telepath accomplish.This... isn't to say I wanted to copy his methods though. Far from it. He was horribly brutal to the subjects mind, causing all sorts of intense emotions, many times conflicting, all geared towards illuminating what mental patterns were natural and what weren't.Despite the seemingly cruelty, the end result was a fully command-free mind in only. Alys, Nev, Brin, even Godiva has decided to join in. I want to help them regain some of the trust in themselves and in their fellow man. I remember this game from one of the thousand classes I took when I as trying to find my place as a teenager. I was pretty sure it was a stupid game at the time. As it will serve a purpose today, so I no longer think it so."That's a stupid name," Brin whines agreeing with my teenage sentiments."Brin, that is not polite," Godiva corrects her."You will partner. It took."While he was explaining the different areas of Magic, Dane was pondering the number of chips. "Eight? Eight? A Squad! An eight man Military Squad! Man, just think of an eight man, juiced up, heavily armed Infantry squad that can cast spells. You wouldn't pick up on any Foci or Fetishes or anything 'cause they wouldn't have any but then all of a sudden they start casting spells. Not detecting any magic you wouldn't be defending against it and it could do Major hurt to you before you. I moved my hands slowly up her body towards her breasts. “Rich. No.” She insisted, her hands moving to mine, stopping them, pressing them against her stomach. I pulled her closer to me. “I want you. Right now.” I whispered between kisses, moving around to the side, nibbling. “So do I, but we might get caught. Someone might see”. Her voice sounded unsure; like it had the first time she had come to my house, the first time she had cheated on her boyfriend with me. “I don’t think I can.