She loved those shoes. She was bonded to them."You understand the principles of contagious magic, correct?" I muttered to Fiorella."Of course. That's ...asic." The shoes are connected to Lauren. She loved them." Oh! But she has owned them such a short time. The bonds will be weak."I smiled. I spoke the spell. I opened my perception and saw the image. There was a girl, young, light haired, pretty. She was barking out complaints in an unknown language. Albanian, perhaps? There was a man. He sat on. Not exactly. I could think of a way she was welcome to thank me. It involved a lot of heavy breathing and her naked skin moving all over my naked skin, while I showed her how lucky she was to BE a woman, all grown up and fully involved with mature things.I almost ran into the back of an eighteen wheeler carrying a load of cattle. I let off the accelerator just as a cow let loose out of one of the holes in the side of the trailer and a brown hazy cloud appeared, only to be whipped toward me in. She was partially correct, silver rings on both feet that made my cock twitch, but her round ass had me salivating. Self conscious about the weight around her middle, her style of dress flattered her assets while diminishing unwanted attention to those areas.Our conversations were superficial and never went beyond the usual chit-chat, a widow going 4 years she wasn't seeing anyone. While we ate lunch at different times, on one of the occasional overlaps, she mentioned, "I was updating the. Kintu futota kothay? Dekhte pachhi na to!Or kathamoto amio panta khule nilam. Barata soja dariye achhe. Emon ton ton korchhe je kichhu ekta karar tagid anuvab korlam. Or katha mato barata hath diye dhore oi fata moto jaygatate ghoste shuru korlam. Kayekber ghosar par dhakka marlam, kintu dhukchhe kothay! Kayekber bifal chestar par seema ekta hath diye amer barata dhore, ektu niche namiye ene chepe dhorlo, bollo, “ne chap de, dhuke jabe. Gadha kothakar, kichhu jane na eto boro barai sar….”Amar.