He went to pick up our new motor home and it will be a beauty.@ I kissed and hugged her. She said, AHe has a party scheduled here for Saturday night...and I told him that I would be a submissive slut for him that night along with you. We will both be wearing Playboy bunny suits and be available for sex with any of his guests.@ I was very surprised to hear that and asked, AReally dear?@ She nodded yes and said, AYou have handled being sub for months now so I figured I could handle it for one. Feeling uncomfortable, she moved to her left and tried to seem as if she was looking for her date. She didn’t need some random horndog running over to offer ... whatever.There were two knots of people here near the glass wall. She wondered who was attracting all the attention. It was nice to be able to look over shoulders instead of around them. In a few seconds she saw that Thomas Arcman was the center of one crowd. With his bedroom eyes, salt and pepper hair and crooked smile, Arcman was her. ” As the waitress silently placed two cups of coffee on the counter and slapped down a single menu.“Bridget.” She reached out to offer me her hand as she reached for the cream with her other. She shook my hand with purpose.“If you are going to eat breakfast with me, I would like you to take off your sunglasses. Unless, I’m being too presumptuous.”“Are you asking me? Yes, I would love breakfast.” She smiled as she removed her glasses, “windows to the soul or something like that?”“Something like. "Beautiful," murmured Simone. "But unnatural, as in quite artificial." Clever trick though, I felt nothing when we passed within," I said."That's because the construct was woven around you, rather than have you broach its limits," Simone replied. "My fellow Seers are fascinated at the design and will work upon it to make something better of it." Magic?" I enquired."Yes, John. Definitely magic, though not of a type I'm familiar with," Morgana said, looking around."Definitely not the will of a.