She turned to face Vasily and the woman once more. He was standing there unimpressed, jangling his keys in his pocket. The woman finally made the effo...t to lower high eyes down past the peak of Carie’s head, actually giving her a deliberate once over with her petal-shaped jade eyes. She offered Carie what seemed like a nod of predatory appreciation, the fox approving of the hen.All Carie could think about was how much this Amazon’s radiance strained her eyes and how her height was putting a. But that would mean ... She moved her hand more, further away, then closer, using the shadows to find the source of the light.It was her face. Her eyes. “What the hell?” she muttered. She waved her hand back and forth in front of her face, watching the shadows on the ceiling move.She knew that it was possible to retain enough magical energy to cause the physical body to glow. Every living thing was a vessel for energy. When any vessel became overly saturated, the magic converted to other forms. "Do you like your pretty bra?" she asked.Chris paused. The silence grew long.At last, he responded "Yes." Yes, what?" she prodded."Yes, I like my pretty bra" he responded.She fingered his other nipple and rubbed her legs against his."I am so relieved. I was afraid you would think I was a kook and run outon me." Never" said Chris "But I wish I knew who you were. Can I take off myblindfold?" No" she said.And continued "I heard from my friends that boys 'play' with themselvesevery night. Do. And by the time I had fallen asleep there wasn't any reply from Nick. Waking up the next morning I saw Nick replied at 1am, he was with his gf and went out with her that night. He said he was busy all of today(thursday) but tomorrow morning he would be free, and he would love to pay me a visit. During the course of the day, Nick and I arrange for him to come over at 10am tomorrow. Thursday ended and soon friday morning arrived. I dropped my daughter off at crèche and went straight home.