For a moment we both sat there, not talking. It was different from every other time I sat down with a woman to talk. She usually had something to say....Now, however, I was being treated like I had done something wrong and I should damn well know what it was. Unfortunately, the only clue I had about that was that she thought all male Magi thought the same way. Yes, eventually, I would have to get between her legs, but that was because of the ritual. Then I remembered something else she said. It. "Jenny paused and looked at Sally. Sally: "Yes, Miss Olsen. I understand."Jenny: "Good. There are more rules that I will add begining with two more. You will always be naked while at home. ALWAYS!!! There are NO exceptions!!"Sally: "Miss Olsen? What if someone comes to the door and how will I get the mail?"Jenny: "Sally, are your ears all plugged up. I am being as simple as I can. I will say it again. There are NO exceptions!!!!! Now is that clear to you!?"Sally began to shake again. How was. . hot now!" giggled Sheila.Jan reached out feeling for the desk and felt its sturdy wooden top."Red hot!" laughed Michael.Jan reached further and felt the outline of... something where her old computer had sat on the desk. It was cool to the touch and felt like a combination of plastic and glass and... she felt below... a keyboard!Ripping off the blindfold, she squealed to see a new computer occupying the space where her old one had been sitting that very afternoon. She had wondered why Sheila. I didn't expect a programmer, and I wasn't disappointed. From upstairs Icould hear grunts of effort. Very well then. I looked around the bottom floor of the house, searching. Finally Ifound a door that didn't lead to the outside. I Opened it, followed thestairs to the basement. The lights illuminated the cellar well. I pickedup a flashlight and looked around.The main breaker panel was found easily. I pulled the main breaker andwas engulfed in darkness. I flicked my flashlight on. The gas main.