Theresa covered herself with her hands, like she was already naked."How's your plan of getting your urges out of you system, after our one fling, work...ing?" I asked.She blushed. "Not so well." Still fantasizing about sex?"She whispered. "All the time."Yesterday, while giving a final in Algebra, I spaced out, and nearly touched myself in class."My assistant, Sister Emily, nearly caught me masturbating in my office."I let out a whistle. "Wow! It looks like you're even hornier than ever."She nodded. Both the mall and the police station, although several miles apart,sat over a buried river in Toronto that had been named Taddle Creek inthe old days. As development of the city encroached, and then overranthe stream, it was buried. But it continued to run in conduits as apart of the city's storm drainage system. This left the river closeenough to provide Mark with a boost in both strength and size when heneeded it. The size remained, but the super-human strength had beentemporary, and would. I was going to write that he every much a right to my body as I do, but that's plainly wrong as he so often shows me. He has more of a right to my body than I do. For he has the right to deny me the pleasure of my own body, and the authority to forbid me from avoiding the pain and humiliation of whatever punishment he sees fit to administer. He has the right to lock my hands and feet away so that I can't use them. He can take away my sight, my power of speech, the pleasure of my genitals. He. Finally, in the east, I took the bowl of salt and sprinkled crystals while I walked, picturing them burying and desiccating all malevolent things and entities.Upon replacing the salt upon its chair, I walked the circle back to the north and then went around the table and sat back down. The circle had been cast and purified. I meditated for a while to renew my concentration. When I was satisfied, I called more manna to me to replace that which I had used.I reached for my pocketknife and opened.