." Oh really?" I glare at him. "Then how do you explain where I wokeup?" I have no idea - I swear after I put you to bed I went and passed outin my o...n bed." he answers. I can tell by the horror on his face thathe is telling the truth."But then..." I close my eyes, trying to piece together what happened. The last thing I remember is the cab ride. The intoxicating smell ofDave as I passed out in his strong arms. As I focus my mind, anothermemory pops up into my head. "Oh fuck." What. I resumed my massages. With every stroke of my hands on her back, I would increase the range of my hands, and slowly reached her lower back. As I reached the rim of her top, I slowly slid it upwards. Now my hands were touching her bare back, but only on her lower waist. She started making low but discreet moans. Aahhmm. Uhmmm.As she wasn’t objecting my touches on her bare back, I slowly slid it further up. I realized that the top was stuck at the bottom end, between her tummy and the bed. She. ”With that she leaned into him deeper, kicked off her shoes and pulled her feet up under her. Mason moved his arm down from the back on the sofa to rest his hand on her shoulder.“I’m so tired after yesterday,” she said, “don’t let me close my eyes or I’ll be gone.”“I’ll wake you when the tea arrives, Lynds,” he chuckled.“Hey Boss, it’s Alex,” said the voice on the mobile phone.“What you got for me, Alex?” asked Sir Alan Mason.“Bad news, my guys lost them last night about midnight.”“They were in. We take in the totality of the image – the color, the light, the sensation it evokes.” He gestured to the image. “We reflect on how all the parts work in synthesis. So too, does magick work. One does not picture each individual step upon the route of casting a spell. One simply wills...” His brow furrowed and a green glow shrouded his palm. A moment later, it had faded, revealing a rose. “ ... and it is so.”I tapped my chin. “Well, Mr. Tor,” I said. “As you say, scientists do look at the world.