Hodgins and - after the ride home - no more Max the bus driver.It also meant she wouldn’t see her BFF everyday. Who knew when they could get togethe... again. Suddenly life became a total snooze.There was nothing on TV at all. Helen decided to sit out on the front porch to see what the rest of the world was doing. Not much there either, at least not in her street. Old Mrs. Lawson was mowing her lawn five houses down across the street. Another neighbor drove by, probably on his way to work. It. During lunch I tried to keep it professional and was surprised when Scott ordered us margaritas. I protested and told him we couldn't we were working but he just ignored me. We continued working for a while and were able to get a lot done. Scott told me we should take a break he wanted to show me something. After a short drive he pulled into a wooded area. We parked and got out of the car. He grabbed a bag out of the trunk and told me to follow him. As we walked down a trail I was really. I supposed that it was a tease, but there was a slender book bound in a smooth silvery material resting on the table. I took it up and opened it towards the center. I saw long runes with hooks at the bottoms. I shrugged and was about to close it, when I found that I was reading the damned thing. It was discussing maker's chants. I flipped towards the front of the book to find recipes involving sand and ash. What the hell was 'glass'? I knew what tin was, but floating glass on molten tin? When. As I hardened from her ministrations, she informed me what she wanted."I want you to take me in my bum, Gus," she told me between sucks and licks. I won't say that this had become our favorite activity, but it was close."Do we have any oil?" I asked."Yes, I remembered to bring some," she told me, as she rose to retrieve the oil. She handed it to me, and then leaned over the edge of the bed with her cute butt in the air while I lubed us both up. I pressed against her star and slid into her.