Usually, the mornings would be extremely crowded with even no space to breathe. Even I was surrounded by people with not even a centimeter gap. I coul...d smell their sweat clearly. But I didn’t have to worry about getting down as mine was the last stop.So, yeah it was again one of those mornings. I didn’t get a place to sit so I was standing. I was being squeezed between all the people. All of a sudden, I felt a hand around my waist. I thought it was by mistake and I didn’t care. But the person. Getting up I made my way slowly to the kitchen, where Cloe had left me some breakfast. Looking around I saw that she'd obviously been called away to a council meeting; well it was her main job after all.Finally finished I saw that the golden hue of light in the sky meant the sun was coming up. Dressed in a flash I flexed my magic, seventeen levels higher was really nothing to sneeze at, plus I was betting that Cedric was counting on me increasing. Something was tickling the back of my mind; I. He couldn't help but think that the energy pulsing through it were the vestiges of his wife's wayward spirit.She had experienced her moments of orgasm upon it. Her energies remained a flowing monument.And Mistler had invented the contraption! It was a fascinating display of intense art and sculptural design.He must have loved his mistress dearly and worked night and day until he had discovered the perfect masterpiece worthy of her dignity.The miasma inside the shed was choking him. He had to. .. I'm gonna be crew while Grace is helm." Daddy just laughed."Teach you to stop falling down ladders," he said."By the way, what are you doing with my quarters?" I asked."What quarters?" he asked."The quarters for the pay binoculars?" Pay binoculars? What pay binoculars?"The binoculars on the roof of the boathouse weren't daddy's doing. They were Graces. Not only was she tearing up the surface of Pentwater Lake ... she was making me pay to watch her do it!I am gonna kill me some.