Much too young for me but who cares, George liked it and that was the aim. A nice slutty pair of fishnets and heels and no underwear to distract.Mikey...drove us over; my shoes aren't made for driving. He likes to drive my Audi TT anyway, so everyone was happy.The car swept into the driveway of their large country home. Steff met us at the door, wearing a stunning red satin minidress revealing an awful amount of flesh. From the involuntary twitch in Mikey's jeans, the dress was an obvious. Wh- where are we? what the hell is going on? fear still gripping me tight. Paris obviously and to know whats going on your gonna hafta hear me out how about it? I simply nod my head knowing theres nothing I can do.good boy, good boy now for the explanation. Me and you are what are called creators creators? I ask curiously. yes creators we are a race of species above the average human in all aspects we posses magical powers and can do whatever we want so to speak you however are unable to cast. I’m Claire Klinsman.”“Pleased to meet you, Mrs Klinsman,” said the younger Clare with a smile, as the pair shrugged off their rainwear. Outside there was a fine drizzle.“I’d say call me Claire, but that might be awkward. My second name is Deborah, so perhaps I can be Claire D?”“D’you think Dad called me after you? A sign of his unrequited love?” she asked with hand on heart and a giggle. “He was quite coy about it on the phone, but he did say you used to be his girlfriend.”“Come through, and. “Want to get together sometime and have a practice?”“Err ... err, yes that would be ... good, ok yeah,” was all I could manage to stammer. My friends ripped into me after he had gone saying he was sexy, I was lucky to be able to play with him, he fancied me, things like that, and I felt so small and young and stupid, embarrassed at not being able to speak.Fortunately, Nick was cool and we had a couple of practices together and he was nice and kind and helped me out with my game. One thing that.