“Um, no,” she giggled, looking down at my crotch. “Oh,” I played coy. “I suppose you aren’t old enough to like boys yet.” I knew th...t wasn’t true based on the outfits she wore, but I wanted to feel her out a bit before I made a move. “No,” she sounded a little offended. Good. “I’m old enough. I’m old enough for lots of things.” “Oh, really?” I leaned foreword, my smile teasing, my firm breasts bobbing close to the top of my tank top. “What sorts of things?” She was staring down my. Michael recalled popping up yesterday and saying these words: "It's called the Envy Skull. It grants the wearer any wishes made around them. A wizard named 'Breandos' in what is now Iceland in the year 1264 B.C created it. He made it both indestructible and unalterable, even by the power of the wishes made around it." Michael answered, "Candice, do you remember yesterday when you wished that you knew how it works? Well, when I spouted out how it works, I said that it grants the wearer any. ." Her composure shaken. Such a big question.Seeing her confusing, he took mercy."I meant, why are you here, now?" I, I drove here..." Relief at the reprieve from the bigger question."Here to stay, here to go again?" I guess that's up to you, but I'm here to stay." You sure about that?" Yes." Don't want to be with him? Jerry, from accounting?" God, no." You want to be with me?" Yes, absolutely!" She exclaimed eagerly, studying his face.He advanced with long, sure strides. She saw his features. She walked into the next room, and as soon as she entered, she felt soft hands and a soft mouth embrace her. This room was lighter, sunlight coming through a large window, covered in a bright white cloth. The woman standing next to her was a little older, with the blond hair and blue eyes of the foreigners, north of the sea. She had a round, creamy body, with ruby red nipples. Her hair was curly and delightfully thick, she realized, as they embraced and ran their hands through each other's.