You gulp at seeing the gun she has on her hip.“Yeah.” you manage. The woman grins.“Don’t look so afraid. I won’t hurt you.” she promises, ...smiling.“Are you sure?” you ask warily.“Positive. Do you have a name?” Mystique asks.“Jason Wall.” you respond. Mystique smiles.“Mr. Wall. I believe you have acquired the powers from a ring known as the Enchanter. The ring reacts only to certain DNA, and mine failed, so I set up a base to see who ends up possessing the Enchanter.” Mystique smiles.“Powers?”. Secretly he would have given his eye teeth for a few pints of English beer, but knew that alcohol was forbidden to the true believers. It was a pity that he did not truly understand the power of an Emir, for several barrels of his favourite beer had already been brought to the Golden Palace and installed under the supervision of the head of the small brewery concerned, in case he should ask for it. Because he did not know about this, and because he never mentioned his desire, the beer slowly. I finished my Gammy, and got another. I told my wife, “You aren’t going to believe what just happened.” As she listened to me, her face turned the same color red as the wine. She said, “You know me better than that, I usually grab your ass to get your attention.”She was right. The wine must have gotten to me more than I thought. I excused myself to the restroom. Upon returning, my wife’s smile had returned to her face. We purchased a couple bottles, and headed to the next winery.As we entered. She then started using the usual the type of emotional blackmail that children are so good at when trying to manipulate an adult when they are after getting their own way. So all the way home I had to listen to her justifications as to why she should be allowed to wear one of her outfits out to play to show her new friend. Mentally worn out I lost… and anyone on this board with kids knows what I mean. Some things you have to put your foot down on, and believe you me I do, but some things just.