“My parents were never stable. They were always moving around, always a new place, always nomadic. It came with the job, I guess…” Mikayla reali...zed I had a troubled look on my face and moved in close as she asked me, “What job would that be?” I knew it, I thought to myself, it always starts like this. They find out who I really am, who my parents were, and they hate me for it. “You can tell me, Mitch. It’s okay. You’ve always got a friend here. Hell, if you knew half the shit I did, if you got. ’” And Pat, my wife of so many years that I’d thought I knew so well, did just that. Kneeling astride my midriff, she reached down tucked me into place and then slid straight down. All the way home.Delicious!Jan, by now recognised as the full-time Master of Ceremonies, said, “Come on Mike, we don’t want Sven subsiding.”I managed to keep a straight face, just. With Pat’s dangly ‘cantaloupes’ now trying to slide either side of my neck and the sight of Jan’s beautiful rack right next to me, there. There were none of the usual effects associated with a teleportation."If the man had a true Hexatar I could believe that, not that I was giving the idiot any slack. "Question two, if the constructs could destroy four of your number so easily why did you think three of your number would suffice?" They no longer had surprise, ma'am." Uh huh. And you say you defeated the women. Why aren't they dead? Why isn't either of them dead? Couldn't you handle a Sorceress and a human lawyer?" There were. I mentioned this to my Aunt in a half joking tone."Don't worry dear, you will soon turn heads, mark my words..." What do you mean Aunty?" Confused by her statement.At this point we entered the leafy damp street she lived on and Moparked in a space at the side of the road a few doors down from hercottage.I had a quick look around to see if anyone was on the street. To myrelief there was only an old man holding a big green umbrella, dressedin a bright yellow waterproof jacket and green wellies.