No, we can't do it again sometime.No, there isn't any one-time rule or anything like that. It's just that there is... one other reason why I was been ...ble to come through the veil so easily tonight. I wasn't planning on mentioning this, but that migraine headache you have been fighting for the last several months.... It's not a migraine. It's a pulsing aneurism and has already started to leak. It will rupture in just a few moments. There was nothing that anyone could have done for you, or I. That Spring we re-designed her bedroom for her, she was so happy and loved her new room. She wanted a full length mirror so we found her a lovely old antique one. As the evenings got longer I wasn’t able to watch from the garden (she might have seen me) so I had to make do with what I could, when I could.One night after the usual shower ritual I heard her starting to play with herself, I crept out of my room and noticed her bedroom door was slightly ajar as I walked past, I looked in and there. It wasn't the khaki cargo pants or combat boots. The black tee shirt and khaki photog vest even seemed fairly normal. But the bandoleer of potions hanging around my neck either said Dungeons and Dragons Geek or dangerous person. Which one was according to how knowledgeable you were. And the 1917 naval cutlass hanging down my back said unfriendly to anyone. But that was all a moot point as the amulet around my neck meant no one could see me. Well, that is not really true. True invisibility. Finally with a red face she was down to her hot pink silk panties. Miss Lena said, "Step out of your panties then come here. Bend over, spread your legs wide, grab your ankles and present that big bottom you are so proud of." With her legs spread, Miss Lena had a perfect view of her pussy, she couldn’t help being wet. Miss Lena swished the cane. “What do you have to say for yourself?” “I have been a naughty and disrespectful girl. I deserve to be punished with 44 strokes of the cane on my bare.