With shoes and heavy galoshes putting the finishing touches on the sartorial picture he presented.The only concession Homes had made to au naturel, as... far as Dr. Whatsin could surmise, was that Homes had thoughtfully remembered to open his trouser's zipper. This time.Unlike last Tuesday when, opium besotted, Homes had wondered why he had trouble finding the hole and had given the woman, a paid Fleet Street harlot, severe internal fabric burns. It had taken a pretty penny given to her to stave. I had been happily married for 4 years and then, suddenly out of nowhere, I began feeling bored and unhappy. In an attempt to figure out what was causing my unhappiness, I looked for answers in books, tried to talk to my Mother and eventually went to see a psychologist. All of the information I received attributed the way I was feeling to my husband, and similar to the majority of women, I began to view my husband as the culprit too.Currently, women are initiating 70 - 75% of all. I don’t want to damage my marriage, but if I keep fucking strangers, I might very well fuck up my whole life. You’re doing the same, you don’t want to leave Connie, but you crave more companionship. If we start screwing each other, we won’t have to worry about someone, a boyfriend or girlfriend, calling Bert or Connie and creating a scene. You and I have always been close and our spouses understand that, they long ago found out we spend a lot of time together, more like friends than brother. “What’s wrong Josh? We can fix it, whatever it is,” I assured him.“Maddy, it’s you,” he said following a short silence. “I still want to be your friend, but ... but, I just can’t go places with you anymore. It’s ... it’s just too dangerous!” he said in a frightened and confused voice.I hadn’t been expecting this, but there it was. I was too dangerous to be around for normal people, or even most Magic users. How many more times was a demon going to try to fry me? Or how about other Ley Line.