Chapter 8
by 
Lord_Blackhand
Well? Keep it formal or go casual?
I'm not into formalities
"Great! Rich it is then!" She stands up, wipes the last dribbles of cum from her face, and licks her fingers clean. "What are you planning to do now, Rich?"
God, she's chipper, ain't she?
"I'm proud to serve." She gives a quick, exaggerated salute.
You think back to what she asked, though. What next? there's so much you need to figure out about this whole magic thing. What are its limits? Your limits? You see it's almost five am.
_THAT _is one of your limits. You need to sleep. Everything else can wait. but at the same time...