" Really?" She seemed a little surprised, closing the door and locking the catch."What?" Her daughter looked up.Trying very hard not to show how much ...he was enjoying this, he continued, hands on his hips to appear a bit concerned, "She has been misbehaving lately. Every day, after college, she would go behind the school building and hang around for hours." Is that what you do every day, Claire?" The mother sternly looked at her daughter.She looked upset and surprised, "I only go there to meet. I shook my head, "Oh no master, the library of the world will only allow one copy to each mage, I'm afraid you cannot receive another." I said and then thought for a moment... "But there might be a way..." I said and paused.Marcus quickly jumped in, "What would be the way?" He asked."Why ... to send the damaged books back to the library, and then see if it will repair them for you." I said, "in that way you're not getting new replacements but restored books instead." I said picturing the book. I glanced into the bathroom (the door was open), and saw the damp young thing sitting on the toilet. The towel was laying on the floor, and she had not one stitch of cloth covering her. I turned my head and entered my suite. She chuckled and said "Did I gross you out!" I replied with "No, just want to give you some privacy!" She said, "If I'd wanted privacy, I'd have closed the door!" Great retort from a very young woman, and I said "Touche!"I heard the toilet tissue roll rumble, and a moment. "That's what I want to confirm Becky." Stepping back from the desk and in a tone of voice meant to convey authority, I began to issue orders. "Stand up Becky and walk around to the front of your desk."When she hesitated to comply, I threatened "Look, if you don't want to work with me on this, then I'll just walk out now and these pictures will be delivered to everyone by tomorrow morning, and we'll see where things go from there." No, please Mr. Drake, I'll do as you ask. Just promise me you'll.