As she walked away, with the sheet wrapped around her, I just stared as I marveled that once again this magnificent woman was back in my life. We sat...around the breakfast nook, chomping away and reading the paper. She would comment on something she had read, I would do the same. After awhile, I started the fire again in the little cabin we called home for a few days. It took the chill out of the air of the cabin and gave it a nice smoky smell. ‘Come sit by me, next to the fire,’ I said. She. "Oh so you husband wanted you to get a job."As I saw his old fat hand now start to just hump up and down over hishis fat semi hard old cock.My wife then drunkenly slurred out. "Oh no sir. I told him that I reallywanted to get one so that I could help him with paying off some of thebills."I then saw that old man now move his hand away from his now hard fatcock, and step up even closer behind my bent over young wife.He then said, "Well I'm pretty sure that after I talk to my son tonight,That you. ”I didn’t think so, but held my mouth shut; what the hell did I know about all this shit?—-The preparations for dinner were nearly complete. I had been given the task of making an entree of small Paua fritters. I got Aaron to help me shell and clean them, then used an old-fashioned mincer to grind them into a chunky puree which I added to a thin batter and fried in coconut oil. They were to be served on a tiny salad of lettuce, cucumber and feta cheese, with a good dollop of tartar. In gold leaf writing on the door and on the hanging signwas printed the store name "Spells 'R' Us". I turned off the ignition andsat there in my car, staring at the store front incredulously. After amoment of gathering my thoughts on how improbable this had to be, Ireminded myself of how busy the wizard in the stories usually seemed.Without wasting any more time, I got out of my car and walked into thestore. As expected, I was greeted by the sound of an old fashioneddoorbell which I spotted.