She gave birth to a strong baby boy. Maybe James', maybe not. But now I am here on New Year's Eve, as she prepares herself to go out as I watch our ch...ld. I loved him, but I knew he was not mine to love. I read another message that had just come in from James and held back tears. Hope you're ready for tonight. I booked the hotel room, me and the boys will wait there. She came out of the bathroom after I put away the phone, telling me she loved me and to not wait up. I watched as she walked. Those fucking veins. You start to feel it–the hot, damp sensation that usually follows any thoughts of him. The whiskey starts talking. Fuck it. He’s braced against the crowded bar and the outline of his perfect ass is calling to you. Tonight you’re answering that call, and your drink is empty besides. You sidle up to the bar, making sure your tits swing a little harder as you squeeze in next to him. You look at him. You know he noticed. “ Sorry,” you say. “Don’t be.” He smiles. His gaze. There had been no one insight just a moment ago. "Who... who are you?" he asked weakly. "My name is Mimi," the woman replied with a smile. "And with alittle luck, I'm going to try and help you." "My luck has all turned bad," responded Roger. The woman shrugged. "Well, Roger, what did you expect, trying tocast a reshaping spell on Friday the thirteenth? Sheesh!" "I didn't know it would actually work!" Roger exclaimed. "I wasonly... wait a minute. How do you know what happened? How do. *Yasmine!? What a pretty name, said Pammy, but do youmind if I call you Yas?**You cancall me anything you like Miss Pammy. It will be my pleasure to serve you.* says Yas.Even asPammy could feel tiny trickles of her own arousal on her thighs she could see the lustin Yasmines eyes. *You cantake some towels from the closet Yas,* says Pammy, *you know, to kneel on.*Yasmineknows and cannot escape her attraction to this spoiled pretty brat, The idea ofkneelingbefore the sleek young goddess makes her.