"Eleanor slipped on an elegant black silk robe with silver and red trim, picked up his suit and shirt and headed for the kitchen. To Robert, her robe ...ooked very oriental, and yet it suited her appearance perfectly. She disappeared down the hall as he pulled on his boxersWithin ten minutes, Eleanor had made the coffee and toast, and had begun to press Robert's shirt, pants, and jacket. When she had finished, she handed them to him. He pulled on the shirt, pants and then stepped into his. The gestures with the wand were something she’d practiced so much that they came naturally, now. But that had never done anything before. It had to be something about her, that had made it work.She closed her eyes. Why had she diverted from what he’d asked her to do, to something else?Because she really wanted to know the truth. Her desire had been bone-deep. Her psyche had demanded that she get the truth. It had been her unconscious, but fervent desire.She opened her eyes and looked at Bobby.. I watched her scurry around the room for the next ten minutes or so before she was satisfied the old man would not starve while she was gone. After all the food was put away and the counter cleaned, she let me know she was ready to go.She stuck her head in to tell Ben goodbye. He just gave her a wave from his chair. I grabbed her suitcase and we were soon backing out of the driveway and heading back towards town. When I patted the seat next to me, she gave me another dirty look but she slid. It was unexpected, but she’d liked having him around. She liked his looks, the way he talked, and then the way he kissed her. And the way he’d eaten her and fucked her. She’d liked the feel of his body and of course the feel of his cock; in her hands, in her mouth, in her pussy. Even up her ass. But ‘I’m engaged for God’s sake for what seems like forever’ she thought. ‘What the hell am I doing? God, my life is so fucked up’.She picked up the phone and made a quick call. Then she walked upstairs.