Igrabbed mine -- a basic black-and-pink pair that looked to be a designerknockoff -- along with a silver watch from the vanity. As Andrew, Inever wore... a watch; my phone was more than enough to tell the time. Butthis was more fashion accessory than timepiece. I picked up my phone,tossed it in my purse and headed downstairs after Monica.As I got downstairs, I ran into my mom in the living room."Headed out," she asked."Yeah," I said. "Hitting the club with Monica." OK," she said. "Don't get into. But we still watch you, we still love you, and all you have to do is call upon us and we shall answer." I made my Pact that very night.–The Epistle of Isabel to the Faithful 1:1-3I stood trembling at the crossroads, waiting.Ever since I found a forbidden copy of the Glassnerian Gospels in my grandpa's chest, and read the Epistle of Isabel, I had been filled with a foolish desire to summon the Tyrants. The Epistle claimed it was easy. Take a box, place a lock of your hair, a lavender flower, and. Some of them knew and played the game moving in time with the train feeling a hard cock rubbing against their arse. Others didn't want to play the game but had little choice as the underground is always overcrowded in the rush hour.Tonight I was looking at the back of a mans head... just my luck after a shitty day in the office. He was holding on to one of the overhead hand rails. As the train continued through the tunnel towards the next stop he lurched backwards as the train suddenly slowed. Her personality was so powerful it transformed her good looks into something memorable. And the fact she was pregnant - with my children no less! - made her glow in a way that was indescribable.I shook my head and walked back inside. As beautiful as Hawk and Gretchen were, they didn't hold a candle to Lisa. The sound of her voice directing the purser sent a tingle up my spine and caused an involuntary shiver. I had such a powerful, if momentary, vision of Lisa bent over the rail, me gently.