"Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten f...om you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order. "Oh, really? You mean you can't just get a compliment without looking for the ulterior motive?" I asked as I placed both hands on the counter and leaned slightly forward. She seemed surprised and I could tell by the way she looked at me that she was afraid she had hurt my feelings. "NO, not...not at all, it's just that I don't hear many from men, even my husband" she said, trying to appease me. I casually leaned down a little further, placing my arms on the counter. "That's hard to believe.. ” She knew exactly what I meant. I helped her slip out of her jeans and was pleasantly surprised to find a beautiful, hairless pussy. I looked up at her and smiled and I guess she could see the question in my mind. “I can’t stand having hair down there,” she explained. “No complaints here,” I responded, “it looks beautiful. I gently nudged her back onto the couch where her legs opened up. She reached in between her legs and spread her pussy lips open for me where I admired her little pink. The one thing that I was good at was repairs. There were some parts of the presses that required replacing, as they were worn or hadn't been properly cleaned up when the press was taken out of service. I used spells to return those parts to like new condition, much to the surprise of the printers. The same was true for areas of dried or caked on ink. The Magic involved required more energy and advanced spells than the others possessed. We already had plenty of ink, paper and plates on hand, as.