I wanted to lay her badly. I waited for a while then I went into the kitchen in the pretext of getting some water and stood there staring at her, she ...aught me and said, what ? I said aunty you look different today. May be 10 years younger. She blushed. I told her I will help her. I started doing something’s around and all the while ogling at her. She caught me and gave me smiles. I knew I was close. I planned to test and moved closer and in the pretext of moving around and reaching touched her. We walked in to separate cubicals which were just partions bolted to the wall and no doors, still talking to my friend I pulled my towel off and started to dry myself.As I was drying myself and chatting to Mark I popped my head around the partion to ask him a question. He was drying himself with his back to me one leg up on the seat,I could see his balls swinging as he dried his leg,his ass was in full view,Im not gay but this view started me getting a hard on I watched him as he swapped legs. I visited old ruins and spent days at a time in the magic labs, seeking answers to how our craft worked. I am not sure I will ever find those answers but I gained a keener appreciation of how to manipulate magic. The old man died before the Succession came around. I performed the funeral rites myself, conjuring dramatic illusions of his life’s work and guiding an asteroid out of orbit to ignite his pyre. It was perhaps my finest magic. We did not discuss it beforehand but I am sure he knew I. "For my part I shall address you as Jack, as I regard you as more of a brother than a former employee. Besides, as your sister seems to have neglected me, for more luminous society, it is comfortable to be with someone whose memories, and accent, are similar to my own."Now, as I looked more carefully at Zinnia, I could see that her eyes were sad, and that the jaunty spirit she cultivated was but a sham. She was obviously unhappy, and I asked her what had happened to dampen the friendship.