" I've got a hunch that this could be really important. Maybe I'd better take a look for myself at what they've got hidden up there." Jewel frowned at...the shadows cast on the tent wall by the lamp as it flickered, running low on oil. She had no inkling of why she needed to find out about this thing, she only knew with a sure knowledge that it was something that had to be done. "There's plenty of time for me to scout it out and be back before sunup, and I'm the best one of us here for the job.". I was able to convince her that she should switch over to an IM client so I could show it to her. I "requested her assistance" so she could see my screen display... and I just let her watch it without interruption for about 2 minutes. Finally, I asked if she liked it... and I knew from her response that it had had the desired effect: "Very much. I want that on my computer." (this was the keyphrase built into the programming)I told her to "request my assistance" and I could install it for her.. ‘Yeah, I feel normal. I’m twenty-four years old and I’m single because I’m in love with my dead father. I’m sure it happens all the time,’ Glinda said with a sigh. Jean didn’t know what to say. Glinda sighed. ‘It isn’t that I’m actually in love with him, really. I don’t know what I am. Because I didn’t really have much of a mother, well, I depended on him. Everything about my past is so strange. I just miss him. I miss the good part of my life.’ ‘Well, how about making the best of the life. Both my parents are working and so it was very rare for them to be at home at that time. I used to be home alone at that time as it was the time I returned every day from my morning coaching classes. She used to start working the instant she comes. She always wear a salwar suit. I used to glance at her boobs and her ass whenever she came to my room to sweep. She had noticed me many times glancing at her but never said a word or showed any emotions. We even talked a little. I knew her husband.