Fuck. Did she know I was getting a boner? Did she see me looking at her tits? Thought John. Did I imagine her winking and licking her lips? Must not t...ink about fucking her he thought. At work. Can’t think about fucking. But he couldn’t think of anything else. He tried to distract himself with the TV- olf Friends reruns. Standard night time shit.Half an hour later, he heard footsteps on the corridor. Looking up, he could see her sexy figure walking towards him. Oh fuck, he thought. If only she. While I explained how and why I felt compelled to do whatever I couldto meet Mark's needs, she listened intently, smiling and nodding asthough to reassure me that she found what I was sharing to be not onlyimportant but also something she had personal experience of. Now, I'dnoticed for years how women always nod their heads when in conversationwith another woman, as though they totally get where the other woman iscoming from. I always thought that was just being polite, and I madesure I did it. Ummmm, so, I am very embarrassed to admit that I did see you in Sylvia’s backyard. There. Conscience clear. I must be a new shade of red.”“Well, if you call that working then I’m interested in helping you anytime you need it,” he said with that sly smile. “I saw you first, so now we are even.”“That was my first time naked in my own backyard,” I said in some sort of half attempt at a defense. “For the record, I didn’t expect anyone to see. I am not an exhibitionist. And I didn’t expect the. Even if Icould cover the colour, the pattern would still show through. Maybe amask would work, but what sort of mask could I wear that wouldn't beobvious?I was getting nowhere. I decided to have a cup of tea to try and relax abit, and see if that would help the idea simmering in my brain becomeclearer. I was just putting the kettle on and getting out the tea bags,when I realised what I had been thinking. I couldn't wear a mask, but Icould project one with my illusion abilities. It wouldn't need.