After a few moments, she turned off the chord organ and went upstairs.My concentration was gone, so I called it a night as far as magic was concerned ...nd settled into the corner of the couch with the Norse mythology book. Why did I see what I saw?, I thought.You were specifically looking for something interesting. That was interesting, wasn't it?Technically, I guess, but I'd rather not have seen it.Scrying isn't that easy to control. It takes a lot of practice, and some luck, to see exactly. ." No!...uh, no...its not you, I'm just a bit tired is all," she replied."Ok, well let me walk you to the office?" he asked, stacking the papers and loading them in one arm."Sure."With his free hand, Cedric pulled her seat as she stood and pushed it into the table as she headed for the door, glancing up to watch her ass as her hips swished. She didn't have a ghetto booty like a lot of the girls he'd dated, but it was a nice round little bubble and he watched it intently as he had many days. "Madeleine, we don't want you trying to look like a hooker, exactly. Dress with reasonable taste -- almost as you would normally -- except -- well, pretend you're a person who's not comfortable in the heat. Wear something... cool... brief." Well, I brought what I could along. I've got shorts, blouses, a couple' minis, and some tight jeans. 'Sorry, guys, but my wardrobe wasn't too well-equipped for these shenanigans." You're so damned striking, Mad, that even the uniform looks great on you.... ‘You’ll be fine. Just an upset stomach,’ he said. He rubbed his finger against her small back as she continued to puke into the basin. ‘There, there,’ he said soothingly, until her stomach was finally emptied. He turned on the sink to wash the remnants of her meal away and filled up a Dixie cup with cold water. ‘Here, drink some water,’ he told her. She was lying prostrate against the sink, her eyes closed. She didn’t respond. ‘Come on,’ he coaxed, ‘Just to get the taste out of your mouth.’.