Instead, Julie took a shower, once again resisting the urge to finger her aching cunt to orgasm, and then she got dressed for her lunch engagement wit... her new friend. When she emerged from her bedroom wearing a short white skirt, sleeveless top and heels, Jamie said, “Wow mom, you look so pretty, where are you going?”Charlotte blushed at her son’s compliment and said, “Why thank you, kind sir,” and then she added, “I’m sorry honey; I thought I told you I was having lunch with Dr. Alexander. We had to change our way of thinking, and like humans that doesn't come easy. Not for us or for the Olympians."Taking a deep breath, Dennis continued. "When we arrived there were three Medusa's, but only one had the power to control humans. Its name was Kilameton, and it took control of a pretty female from a nearby village. As I said, we didn't have a high regard for human's back then so we didn't care what it did. Then the Olympians arrived. You have a saying - 'the enemy of your enemy is. The other weekdays are forgetting on, for somehow seeming to make it for another slice of time.Saturdays and Sundays are for me. Alone.Each incremental step that we plot, I unveil on a Monday. The torso'stwist that for an instant reveals, a sweater in a pastel shade, aflourish for finishing a gesture, a pursing of lips: a moue.Mondays are for the whispers that the girls breath into each other's earsas they nibble on the sweet rolls that they brought to work. Mondays arewhen they unwrap. "What about the Mages?" Carl asked, as he smiled at Dymphna and Coleen sitting near him."Someone will need to go with them whenever they go out for now. We can't afford to lose any of them," I told the others."And we could afford to lose someone else?" Sererena asked in a sarcastic tone of voice."No, we can't afford to lose anyone, but the Mages don't have the strength of wards that the rest of us do," I told her."We could always work in a shell," Cessair injected."Suppose one of the wounded is.