Helps me remember those long orders we get from HQ. Passing on orders is no joke, if I might say so. You know, Tan Sri, some guys simply hate to take ...rders and that makes my job of passing orders really tough. Also she helps to pass the time away."I leered at him and winked. He recoiled. He was a very religious man. I could tell this from the discoloured spot on his head, generated by the prayer ritual performed by Muslims. One part of the ritual involves touching the forehead to the prayer. That was a habit he’s ceased long ago.“Thank you.” He answered softly.Magnus slowly closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Darius’s waist.“May I kiss you?” He murmured.Darius found his breath speeding as he nodded.Magnus’s lips pressed softly to his, not tentative by any means but not forceful either. Darius was eagerly kissing Magnus back, his arms folding behind Magnus’s neck.In truth, Darius would have been happy to stand there kissing Magnus for the rest of the night.. I said, “So you want to be just a little slutty, do you. I can arrange that if you like.”She looked me over that time and then asked, “Just what did you have in mind?”I said, “Take your panties off and put them in my hand.”She asked, “What if someone sees me?”I replied, “You’re the one that wanted to be a little slutty, so take off your panties and hand them to me. You can do it discretely.”She was nervous as hell, she looked around everywhere, and then she ever so slowly reached up under her. Thecool air of the room soothed it a bit."So... Mary, has our son put more memories in your head? I felt newmemories kick in the minute I walked into our home. Look, he's doing itright now!" The baby was softly glowing again. Other changes werehappening again. But this time it was the whole room. It was no longerthe laundry room, but a nursery. My sons bed room. It was filled witheverything he could ever need. Toys, a rocking chair and a ton ofdiapers and necessities."What is he? I mean my son?.