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	Darynn looked up from his desk.  Aimee' had entered without 
knocking this time, just as he had asked, and was now scanning his 
bookshelves at a furious rate.  He cast a small spell to examine the 
titles she was looking at, paying attention to the ones she lingered 
over.  He frowned when he noticed most of them were healing spells.  
Still, if that was what she needed, she had every right to copy and 
learn them.<P>
	She selected one and pulled it down, reading through it.  He 
paid her little attention, dedicating himself to the spellbook before 
him on the table; the way of Deists and their spells was still beyond 
his ken, although he now understood some of what the Essentialists 
did.  He looked up once in a while, noticed her penquill flying at 
that furious rate that even he envied in her, then returned his 
attentions to his studies.<P>
	The next time he looked up he saw that she had fallen asleep in 
the chair, her own spellbook open but lying across her chest.  He 
rose from his desk and walked over to her.  "Aimee'?" he asked, 
touching her shoulder.<P>
	"Huh?" she said, startling awake.  "Oh, sir.  Forgive me.  I 
just... needed to rest."<P>
	He nodded and patted his hand on the shoulder he touched.  "That 
is perfectly okay, Aimee', I understand."  He smiled at her.  "So, no 
more storms at Bethsany's place, right?"<P>
	She shook her head.  "No, sir.  I've got it under control now, I 
think."<P>
	"Good," he said.  "I should tell you, Aimee', that you are 
someday going to be the most powerful mage in the world at the rate 
you learn, but that power and skill must be tempered with learning 
and maturity."  He smiled at the shock on her face.  "It is true, 
Aimee'.  Few people recognize it, because your talent, like mine, is 
sexual, and therefore generally overlooked.  In fact, are you willing 
to listen to one more story by an old man?"<P>
	"Oh, yes sir!" she grinned, sitting up onto the edge of her 
chair.<P>
	"Good," Darynn commented.  "Remember where my stories left 
off..."<P>
<P>
	It came to pass in the Spring of my 24th year that I left my 
beloved Ryuchia, just as I had left my beloved Awrthom.  This time, 
however, many of the reasons for going were my own, not those of a 
master shooing me out the door.  It was true; Desa had little more to 
teach me.  I had grown beyond the peak of learning, and all was now a 
straight and understanding path.<P>
	I travelled down the road on horseback, armed with spells of 
defense for most of the travel.  Just once, the day after leaving the 
mountains of the Megassi, was I assaulted by brigands.  There were 
six of them, all told, who descended upon me and demanded I stand and 
deliver my gold and possessions.  They never got within a horse's 
length of me before three dragons descended from the sky.  [You are 
protected by the will of Desa,] one told me.  [You will reach 
Barraminum safely.]	They slaughtered the brigands and consumed them, 
leaving their possessions upon the ground.  I learned that day to be 
a practical man and recovered their gold and their horses.  At the 
next town I sold them all and left a wealthier man.<P>
	I made my way across the rocky terrain of the northern steppes 
and found myself in Barraminum after only two months of travel.  It 
was not an easy two months, but it was uneventful.  I learned some 
hardness on that trip that I wish I had not, but I am also glad that 
I did.  I still have not decided on the good or bad of casting 
'Stroke' upon a rabbit, holding the spell while creeping up on it, 
and then slitting its throat in its moment of ecstasy.  The idea 
still bothers me greatly.<P>
	But it kept me fed until I reached Barraminum's gates.  The 
guard at the gate wished to treat me roughly.  "What do you want?" he 
said.<P>
	"Directions to the College of Mages."<P>
	"Haw!  And who's your patron?"  He was a foul-faced fellow, all 
pinched and dirtied.  Missing a few teeth, too.<P>
	"I have none," I said.<P>
	"Go on, get on your way," he swore at me.  "Nobody gets to the 
college without a patron.  What do you think you're doing here, 
anyway?"<P>
	I reached into my cloak.  "I have here a signed letter from 
Talen Silisto inviting me into the college as an unfettered student."  
I showed the illiterate fool the seal and quite suddenly he was nice 
to me.<P>
	"Yes, sir," he said.  He seemed more than a little distraught, 
an effect I found rewarding.  "I'll bring a boy to lead you to it."  
He swallowed and walked away.  As he did so, I turned my sense of 
hearing to him and I heard him mutter, "One of these days I'm going 
to say the wrong thing to the wrong mage and I'll be spending the 
rest of my days searching for Mrs. Right Toad."  I tried not to 
laugh.<P>
	The guard did eventually find someone to lead me through the 
city, a young and healthy boy of perhaps sixteen.  I dismounted my 
horse as he led me through the gates and to the College of Mages.<P>
	Ah, the College.  I'm sure by now you're as familiar with it as 
any student, but at the time the high stone walls and the beautiful 
spiraling towers within were enrapturing to me.  I was entranced by 
the mere silvered appearance.  The open-air main building, it's roof 
nothing more than magic itself, allowing in the sun and air but not 
the rain, framed with great stone pillars.  All wonderful to me.<P>
	Once my invitation was acknowledged to be genuine, I was given a 
place to stable my horse and then led into the Main Hall, through a 
hallway and to an office, where I waited for Talen Silisto to meet 
with me.<P>
	Finally, he did.  "Ah, Darynn, you have arrived.  You have no 
other name?"  I shook my head.  "Fine, fine.  I am Talen Silisto."  
He was a tall man, reedy thin, with fine, strong feature.  A well-
shaped face with a sharp nose and inquisitive blue eyes.  "Come into 
my office, would you?"  He directed me towards the door, walking 
behind me; once he  was in, he locked the door.  Needless to say, 
this made me nervous.<P>
	He sat back in his chair behind his desk and examined me 
closely.  I felt probed, inspected, dissected by his careful vision.  
He finally pressed his fingertips together.  "So you have recently 
come from Desa Megassi."<P>
	"Yes, sir."<P>
	"How is Desa?"<P>
	"Fine, sir, although in his dragon form he does not get out much 
these days.  I only saw it twice in the 25 months I lived there, and 
both occasions were very brief."<P>
	"I see," he said.  "Still, it is nice to hear that he is alive 
and well and teaching again.  For a while I though I should never 
hear from him.  Instead he sends me you.  A student not even 25 who 
has already created an incredible spell base.  And, he tells me in 
private, you have mastered another spell base that has been nobody's 
knowledge for centuries."<P>
	My jaw dropped when I heard that.  "Sir?"<P>
	"The genetic bases.  Nobody has been able to learn those; 
they're almost strictly dragon lore, and now you wander into my 
college knowing them!  Inconceivable!"  He leaned forward.  "Tell me.  
If I asked you to, could you write them down?"<P>
	Taken by surprise, I nodded.  "I could.  Given time."<P>
	"Do you think anyone else could learn them?"<P>
	"Sir, if you're asking me to pass on my knowledge, I will 
gratefully to students who can use it.  But I will not simply turn my 
studies over to a book for irresponsible students to leaf through at 
their whim."<P>
	His expression took on a pall of surprise, and then he leaned 
back in his chair.  "I see.  Desa has taught you very well."<P>
	"Thank you, sir."<P>
	He clasped his hands together on the table.  "I have no 
illusions about your first spell-base.  'Pleasure' is as powerful and 
as dangerous a Base of the Mind as any I have ever seen.  Most of the 
mages who viewed it felt the same way.  We have downplayed its 
existence because of that very power.  I also understand that your 
power is channeled by sexual arousal, so I will be sure that your 
teacher is one of discretion in this matter, as well as one acceding 
to your needs.  I would take you as a student myself if it were not 
for my age and my preference for buxom young women instead.  You have 
all the makings of a researcher, Darynn, but you must learn to 
protect yourself as well."<P>
	"Sir?"<P>
	"I am assigning you to Lien Pappen.  Lien is a sexual 
spellmaster of no little skill who will teach you the ways of 
defensive and offensive magics.  We will work around your trance-
state methods."<P>
	"None of the other students here will have knowledge of who you 
are.  Many are here on anonymous patronages; the patrons don't wish 
their neighbors to know they are financing a household mage here at 
the college.  You will simply be one of those, richer than the rest, 
I suppose, because of the accumulated patronages you already have.  
Yes, indeed, both Awrthom and Desa have forwarded to me significant 
amounts of remuneration to keep you here."  He smiled.  "I have my 
doubts, Darynn.  You are young, undisciplined, and overpowerful.  
Your power derives from that most dangerous of all human drives, sex, 
and not only that, the release of that power proffers you to be a 
sodomite!"  He pounded the table with his fist while shaking his 
head.  "Your life is going to be difficult, Darynn.  Your teachers 
are putting a great deal of trust in your hands.  Do not disappoint 
us.<P>
	He reached into his desk and pulled out an envelope.  "Here.  
This is your new-student orientation material."  On the back, he 
wrote out a name.  Opening the packet, he pulled out what appeared to 
be a map and wrote on it.  "And this is where Mage Pappen lives."  
Finally he wrote out a note and placed it in an envelope.  "And this 
is the letter of introduction to Mage Pappen."  He rose from his 
desk; sensing a cue, I rose from my chair as well.  We shook hands as 
he handed me the packet.  "Welcome to the College, Darynn."<P>
	Nervous, it took me a moment to remember my voice.  "Thank you, 
sir," I finally managed to say to him.<P>
<P>
	I followed the directions on the map, walking high and low 
amongst the buildings until I found the one I was looking for.  A 
short wooden building on a stone foundation, it had a comfortable 
look to it.  I walked onto the porch and rang the doorbell.  The door 
opened to reveal a young woman wearing nothing more than a short 
skirt about her waist, and that skirt was made of leather.  The only 
other mark on her was an intricate scrollwork tattoo over her heart.  
"May I help you?"<P>
	"I am Darynn, late of Megassi.  I was instructed to hand this to 
Mage Pappen."<P>
	"Allow me."  She reached for the envelope.<P>
	"Are you Mage Pappen?"<P>
	"No."<P>
	"Then I will not hand it to you.  My instruction say to give it 
to Mage Pappen."<P>
	"Brand, let him in."  The new voice came from a taller man whose 
age was indecipherable.  He looked twenty, thirty, even forty.  He 
looked strong.  "I am Mage Pappen.  What did you identify yourself 
as?"<P>
	"Darynn, late of Megassi."<P>
	He descended the stairs and crossed the room to peer at me.  
"The dragons?"  He seemed surprised.<P>
	"The same."<P>
	"There must surely be some mistake.  I've no ken for dragon 
lore."  He opened the letter and began reading it.  "Or, perhaps 
not."  He smiled at me.  "How old are you?"<P>
	"Twenty-five, sir."<P>
	"Brand, leave us."  The woman, without so much as a blink, 
turned and left the room.  "Now then, Darynn, Unbalance me."<P>
	"Sir?"<P>
	"You heard me.  Unbalance me."<P>
	It took me a moment to get up the courage to follow his command.  
I have never simply demonstrated my skill in public before; it's not 
often one is commanded to masturbate publicly.  Which, in effect, is 
what I needed to do to move that spell at that time.<P>
	I dropped my pack and robes.  Leaning against my staff, I 
reached into my pants and found my penis, stroking it softly.  It 
came to life quickly, and in less than nine seconds I found myself 
breathing hard enough to summon power.  One second later I formed the 
base in my head, the second after that I built an Unbalance over that 
base, and in the twelfth second I opened one eye, looked at Mage 
Pappen, and released it.<P>
	The Mage looked happily unbalanced.  "You are he!"<P>
	"Yes, sir.  I created the 'Pleasure' base."  I blushed, 
embarrassed.  "I realize I have achieved a bit of notoriety from 
that."<P>
	"Yes.  We'll have to work on that arousal pattern you have, get 
it down from twelve seconds to one."  He grinned.  "You'll have to 
find your arousal in the satisfaction of the act, not the other way 
around.  We'll manage."  He looked at my staff curiously.  "Is that 
staff yours?"<P>
	"Yes, sir.  It was given to me by Desa Megassi, Master Mage of 
Hakkana."<P>
	"Well then, Mage Darynn, welcome to my home.  You are once again 
Student Darynn as well, you understand."  I bowed my head, agreeing 
to the term.  "Excellent.  Brand!  Come show Darynn to room three, 
would you?"<P>
	The woman returned.  "Come with me."<P>
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	Lien Pappen, it turned out, was considered <em>the</em> sexual 
mage on Campus simply because he was the only mage of advanced skill 
who could do sexual work.  Sex was a consuming passion with him and 
what he preferred, but it was not what he did best.  Where his 
expertise lay magically was in process work.  When I described the 
spell I had cast on myself and my beloved Ryuchia, he positively 
glowed.  "Darynn, I must ask that I see you perform this spell 
process."<P>
	"With whom, sir?"<P>
	"I would ask that you perform it on me.  I cannot ask you to 
perform it on Brand since she is a woman, and therefore not to your 
liking."<P>
	"Yes sir."<P>
	I explained the procedures necessary, and he agreed to them.  We 
arranged a space in his basement in which to build the equipment 
necessary.  I felt relieved to be in my own element again; it had 
been three months since my arrival at the campus and I had begun to 
feel depressed.  I was without lovers here, a state not to my liking 
and certainly discouraging to a mage of my studies.  Unlike dragons, 
the people in Barraminum regarded my preferences as disagreeable and 
limited my attentions to the boyhouses by the waterfront.  Although 
my allowances would certainly allow me to wander down there once in a 
while for relief, I did not relish the idea of purchasing relief.  I 
craved friendship and a friendly bed, not what these places 
offered.<P>
	Lien joined me when I announced I was ready.  He removed his 
robes to reveal a handsome body underneath; thin, strong, and a touch 
pale, his body radiated with an inner sense of composure that comes 
from being a mage.<P>
	I knew my role' here well as he lay down on the bed.  I crawled 
between his legs and lowered my mouth to his groin without preface, 
burying my face between his legs and inhaling deeply.  He gasped as 
his cock grew to full proportions.  I stared at the purple head 
wavering before my eyes, then smiled as I slipped my mouth around it, 
sucking at the silken skin of his cockhead, then feeling press 
against the top of my mouth, rippling as it touched the back of my 
throat and slid further downwards.  He gasped, his hips bouncing 
against the bed.  I closed my lips upon the warming shaft, sucking 
his cock for all it was worth.<P>
	It was more than skill, Aimee', it was pleasure.  Pleasure from 
the relief of sheer need.  I needed him.  It was more than his cock, 
Aimee'; there was something to his carriage, to his whole being, that 
fulfilled me.  As I pumped my head back and forth on his cock, I felt 
that fulfillment deep within me.<P>
	He groaned slightly as I stopped my sucking, reaching for the 
ointment and applying it to his shaft.  He looked at me 
apprehensively as I knelt over his hips and aimed his cock upwards.  
I pressed down upon it, feeling it against my anus, feeling it fill 
me as it penetrated me.  He was within me.  I picked up my staff and 
held it out.  "Take it," I said.<P>
	He nodded and reached up, taking the staff in his hands even as 
I did.  I began casting the spell, stroking his cock within me all 
the while.  I was interested in letting him in on the spell, so he 
cast it right along with me.<P>
	Together, our bodies continued in patient mating as we explored 
his genetic code.  He marvelled at the process, and the sub-processes 
that allowed me to explore more than the visible.  He gasped with 
pleasure at the spells I had learned, then told me to "End it."<P>
	I did.  The spell collapsed.  Unlike with Ryu, I had no need to 
see his climax, and as the skilled sybarite, neither did he.  We 
ceased our coupling and sat down on the bed together.  "Marvellous," 
he said, panting slightly as he cleaned himself off.  "Simply 
marvellous.  You did not write any of that yourself, I take it?"<P>
	"No sir," I said.  "I adapted some towards my particular method 
of invocation, but I did not write the spell myself."  I explained 
where I had found it and what notes I had had to take in order to 
make it useful to me, rather than to dragons.  I also explained the 
changes I had had to make in order to make it work <em>on</em> him 
since he was human and not a dragon.<P>
	"Astounding.  That you could take such a dangerous spell, render 
it into components in just such a manner.  My friend, you will go 
far."<P>
	"Thank you, sir."<P>
<P>
	I learned, several months later, that I had a rival.  By now 
knowledge of both my invocation speciality and my preference in 
partners was common knowledge, and I often took abuse because of 
either, and often both.<P>
	But it was not until late that coming December and the first 
snows had begun falling on the ground that I began to appreciate how 
much hatred Brand was sending in my direction.  As a woman, she felt 
that her capacity for multiple orgasms naturally made her better 
prepared for the kinds of magic I was quickly excelling at.  However, 
as we both found out, that was hardly the case.  She was simply a 
good student without the natural skills that I had lucked upon and 
without the incredibly teachers of Awrthom and Desa Megassi to back 
up those natural talents.<P>
	However the signs began to show.  Resentment, mostly.  I 
understand that.  I had wandered in where she had once been the 
center of attention and quickly established myself as her superior.  
Where she still wore robes of black I had already earned those of 
green.  <P>
	Then things began to get ugly.  At first, even the ugliness was 
somewhat mundane, consisting of shortsheeting and the like.  The 
rumors started up that I preferred little boys, children below the 
age of puberty.  That all sexual mages were destroyers of everyone 
they touched and claimed to love.<P>
	What friends I had stuck with me, and I'll grant them that.  
Although more and more I found it hard to associate with my peers, 
simply because they wished to have no association with me.<P>
	Then came the violence.  There is simply no other term for it; I 
was spat upon, at first, and then I became the target of thrown 
stones.  The attacks grew more and more severe as time went on.<P>
	Magicians, however, are resourceful.  "Don't you worry," Mage 
Pappen reassured me.  "They won't get you, but we shall get them."<P>
	Mage Pappen did indeed help me.  To his credit we eventually did 
turn in most of the miscreants who committed their abuses upon me.  
Some were discharged from the school.<P>
	It was at this time that Brand received her green robes.  Much 
to even my surprise, she announced that that was sufficient to her 
and that she was heading back to her home to resume her life there, 
now a fully-accreditted mage wearing the green. <P>
	I was surprised; I had fully expected her to stay and earn at 
least the blue I now wore.  I asked Mage Pappen about this.  "You 
know how it is, Darynn.  Some simply want to know all they can, and 
some simply go when they think they know enough."<P>
	My studies continued.  The attacks on me lessened, in part 
because Pappen and I had decimated the ranks of those who did not 
approve of me.  I started casting some spells of import, too, ones 
that caught the attentions of my fellow students.  Although it took 
me sixteen hours to cast, I did one day succeed in an alteration 
spell that allowed me my first wereform.  For six days afterwards I 
could, completely at will, take the shape of a wolf.  I remember the 
feelings of fear that created within me, fear that the wolf shape 
would gain control.<P>
	Also, for some reason, requests from my fellow students for love 
potions blossomed, apparently on the theory that a sex magician 
should be good at them.<P>
	All of this changed one night when I was walking through the 
city.  I had, sadly, succumbed to my needs, and gone travelling down 
in the lower blocks of the city, looking for a street boy who would 
take my money in exchange for a candlespan of attention.  I wanted 
someone, something specific, someone for whom I would feel something, 
and then later feel nothing.<P>
	I walked at odds with myself, accepting, then rejecting one, 
then another, never sure of what I really wanted, knowing that in 
truth I was missing Awrthom and Ryuchia and that Pappen's attentions 
were nothing more than that of a teacher, not a lover.  I missed 
love, Aimee', truly that is what I missed.<P>
	A hand grabbed me by the shoulder.  "'Ey, m'lord, are you 
lookin' for somethin' friendly?"<P>
	"Yes, but I'm not sure-- "  I never got to say another word.  As 
I turned to face the man who addressed me, a fist pounded me in the 
stomach, knocking the wind from me violently.  I was pushed, shoved, 
and carried into an alleyway, where three men hit me further and then 
carried me in through a back door into a small room.<P>
	A cloth was fitted into my mouth to prevent me from speaking.  I 
was thrown across a solid wooden table, where rough ropes tied my 
hands to the supports.  The room was dark, dingy; only two lanterns 
lit it up.  The three who had carried me in were all large and hairy 
men wearing the common clothes of laborers.  They tied ropes about my 
feet, too, but instead of tying those down, they tied them up to a 
beam that supported the roof, exposing my ass to their rough 
hands.<P>
	"He's not a virgin," one said, his voice cracked with the twin 
abuses of tobacco and alcohol.  "Look a' tha' 'ole."<P>
	"He's been had by dragons.  But he'll do you quite well."  I 
recognized Brand's voice.  What was she doing here?<P>
	"Dragons?" the one said.  "'Dor, 'e'll ne'er e'en notice us!"<P>
	"It's been a while."<P>
	One of the men approached and touched my ass with his palm.  
"Smooth as a babe's butt," he replied.  "Does nothin' with it but sit 
on it all day, I reck'n."  His hand was rough and calloused, the 
fingers themselves thick with the muscle of manual labor.  One 
touched my anus.  He pressed inwards without spit or grease, his 
fingers so rough and calloused I felt like I was being entered by a 
pine cone.  The pain made me cry out, but the cloth in my teeth 
dampened the sound to nothing.  His finger penetrated me to the 
knuckles and I groaned.  "Yeah, t' first inch is tight enough fer 
me."  He pulled me across the rough table, granting more pain as the 
raw wood scraped on my back.  "Take this, lad."  With a rough shove 
he penetrated me, his cock mercilessly barreling into my guts.  
"Could use a little wetness, though."<P>
	"Ha' this, then," one of the other men said clearly.  The one 
within me laughed, and I felt something cold splash about my balls 
and hole.  It felt cold, and then burning filled me.  The smell told 
me what  he'd used, and I began to cry from the pain.  Rum.  Alcohol.  
These men cared less if they killed me.<P>
	Another one, to my left, climbed out of his ragged pants and 
approached me, pulling off the gag.  "Suck it, boy," he said.  "Suck 
it well and maybe you'll live."  He pulled back his foreskin and 
stuffed the fetid thing in my face.  The smell was ghastly, as if he 
hadn't washed in weeks, and I couldn't bring myself to do as he 
ordered.  He grasped my head in one hand and my nose in the other, 
waving that evil club before my eyes.  Finally, I had to breathe, and 
he shoved his cock down my throat.  "Bite it and I'll hurt you 
bad."<P>
	I gagged on the torturous thing.  About the only mercy for me in 
this was that the alcohol that ruined me within also entered my blood 
and lessened the pain.  I choked while the two men raped me, used me 
in their laughter.  The one's cock sawed in and out of my burning 
asshole, the other fed me his cheesy meat until both grunted their 
climaxes and finally pulled out.  The one who had been within my ass 
presented his cock to my mouth.  "Clean it, boy."<P>
	Another cock entered my anus.  Gone in pain and alcohol, I 
barely noticed either of the two cocks being used on me.  I felt, 
dimly, the feel of the third man's balls as he plundered my anus, 
raping the juiced hole created by the man whose cock I now washed 
with my tongue.  I could not think.<P>
	And then they, too, were gone, and a slim, delicate hand was 
probing at my anus.  "Darynn, can you hear me?"<P>
	"Brand...  Why are you doing this?"<P>
	"Because," she said as three of her fingers slipped into my 
asshole, "You deserve it, you perverse monster.  The Sodomite Mage.  
You had to be younger than me, prettier than me, better than me."  
Her hand pressed against my burning asshole.  "I'm going to give you 
what you want, Darynn, and what you so richly deserve.  I'm going to 
remind you of your dragon LOVER," she snarled as her arm slipped into 
me, "and then, from within, I'm going to kill you."<P>
	I needed to stop her.  My mind raced with all the things I could 
do to stop her.  I knew spells that would kill her, but they took 
time to prepare.  I needed to handle her companions, too.<P>
	I thought of a Base, a combat Base, that would help me.  I 
imagined what it might look like completed, as complete as a Base can 
be.  I needed to be right, once, because that was all the chance I 
would get.  "Brand," I snarled at her.<P>
	"Goodbye, Darynn."<P>
	"No."  I summoned the base.<P>
	She screamed as the bones in her arm snapped.  She looked up, 
stunned, as I poured power through the base.  One of the men rushed 
me and lightning danced around him, knocking him against the wall, 
screaming.  Another picked up a bottle and I struck him, too, with 
the lightning.  Just as the base 'Pain' could be turned into 
'Pleasure', so too can the bases for healing be turned to suffering.  
Brand pulled her hand free of my body, unable to clutch anything at 
all.  She backed away from me as I willed her to bleed freely; it ran 
from her nose and she coughed it from her mouth.  She shook her head, 
and in her bubbling throat I heard her say "You... you can't.  
This..."<P>
	I was developing an erection even as she said it.  My combat 
master had taught me well; the satisfaction of committing a spell 
need not have arisen from pleasure, but instead, the pleasure of 
winning came from the satisfaction of committing the spell.  I had 
won.  I burned her, blasted her, bled her, and broke her.  And then I 
blacked out.<P>
<P>
	"And then?" Aimee' asked.<P>
	"I was rescued.  One of the men who had been busily having his 
way with me ran out into the street, and the screams attracted the 
attention of the local guard.  I was taken back to the college, where 
I attracted a lot of attention."  Darynn smiled and leaned back in 
his chair.  "Now, I've taken away from your studies again to tell you 
a rather dull and boring story."  He yawned to make the point.<P>
	His bait worked; she yawned along with him.  "See?  I've managed 
to put you back to sleep."  He leaned over and kissed her forehead.  
"Why don't you return home?  We'll continue this later."<P>
	She sighed and the sound tore at his heart again.  "Yes, sir.  
Goodnight, sir."<P>
	"Goodnight, Aimee'."<P>
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