Consenting implied, in principle, that I had the “consent” of the husband whose wife I was drilling at the time. Since I employed the services of... a very competent young bookkeeper, who incidentally also featured in a secluded part of my “iblackbook” - as I called it - it could be neither the IRS nor a tracing agent pestering me for money I owed. This left me with a probable scary shithead or possibly an online marketer, trying to enrich me with the latest gadget that costs a fortune and does. And it didn’t seem particularly smart either. Even if the Dark Twins planned on resurrecting me at least once and I could find allies with resurrection magic, there were ways to kill without resurrection, like that Obliterate spell… And then, everything would be over.No, fighting myself, and facing enemies directly wasn’t my style. Even in my old life, I had been a strategist, someone who hides in the shadows and manipulates others without ever being seen. And this time, I would have a much. I got up and cleaned myself with a tissue.I was about to pick up my dress and put it on. Again, he pulled my hand and pushed me against the dresser. “Where do you think you’re going?” He said as I got behind me.“Oh, you horny bastard!” I said as I knew what was about to come next. He pulled down my thong and pushed his finger in my pussy. “Ahh,” I moaned.“Looks like I’m not the only horny person here,” he said. He took his finger out and put it in my mouth, and made me taste my own juices. I. He noticed that neither Larry or Pam brought that fact up either. He told himself that it was hard to believe the word hadn't gotten out between the two brothers and their sister, but apparently it hadn't. Philip could hardly believe that. They spent the rest of that evening just talking about things in general and watching a video Larry had rented before Philip excused himself and went on up to his bedroom. He'd no sooner gotten through with his shower and was situated in the middle of the bed.