As I got closer, I noted that she would slip a finger up inside the leg of her shorts. It would disappear for a moment then reappear as her hand pushe... back down her leg. As I drew closer, it was clear her breasts were unencumbered as her nipples tented the front of her t-shirt. Her eyes flicked up towards me as her finger disappeared again. She winked at me, said something, then looked at me again. Her finger was still inside her shorts, and now I was parallel with her. I could see what she. I didn’t want to look…fearing the worst, but I forced my eyes down to the table and the page on top of the stack of papers. I was immediately relieved…then a bit uncomfortable. I wasn’t looking down at a set of divorce papers…I was looking down at a printed copy of ‘We’ll Always Have Atlanta’ one of the stories that I wrote and have posted on Literotica. I’ve been writing and posting to Literotica for a few years now, but my wife had no idea…at least she hadn’t had any idea. I sat there looking. When he sealed me back in my jar, he said he would return. That he had to go to his home and settle some matters there." She smiled sadly. "I suppose he never came back." My wheels were turning. "Where was his home?" "A place called Ithaka." I stared at her. "How did he become your Master?" "He stole my jar from Paros of Troy, who stole it from Agamemnon King before that. They fought a war over me." "You were Helen of Troy," I said softly, staring at her in wonder. "Yes. They called me that.". Yet there will be times when the Old One summons you. You will be compelled to return here, and make prostrations," she said. She looked me in the eye, emphasizing the last point. "You will not be able to refuse the summons any more than you could refuse hunger or sleep. You will come and be ready for the master." How often?" That also depends on you," said Illaria. "The Old One seeks more supplicants. If you introduce us to another client, the summons will be less frequent."Marley. It clicked.