How much was a sester? What if they were off on their conversion? Well - some risks would have to be taken.Although some of the ingredients the spells...called for were a little unusual, all could be found without too much trouble. The Eldest turned to sister Chantelle regarding the problem of converting from a 'sester' to one of today's liquid measures."Ah yes. When I translated the spells I was able to determine that One sester is approximately one and a half pints of blood." I guess it's a. “Is that yours?”“My late husband’s actually, but I enjoy it when I can.”“I bet you do. Looks nice.”She moved so she wasn’t standing in front of the sun. “Would you like to come on board for a drink while we wait for the bar to open? Then I’ll buy you lunch.”This was odd, I thought. What would an obviously very wealthy woman want with someone like me a simple teller girl?She must have noticed me hesitating because she smiled and continued. “I don’t have many friends, they were mostly my husbands. She grinned as I handed her the glass and asked me how much. I declined to tell her the true figure because she would automatically assume I had done something illegal. Her smile faded and she took a large gulp from her glass. I returned to the small living room and sat back down in my favorite easy-boy reclining chair as she followed me. I knew I was in for a grilling about the side-money. I was sitting but still had my feet on the rug as she stood close in front of me. Not able to get her to. Surprised, I stop right there briefly… our eyes lock… and you drop the robe over yourshoulders to reveal to me a long white gown with a split up to your hip… the spaghetti strings strain to holdyour breast in. Your nipples, enlarged point directly at me… then you turn and I see that the back of thegown stops a half-inch above your ass as you walk towards the bedroom… I follow in hot pursuit… when Ireach the bedroom my pants and my shirt is completely unbuttoned… no sock, no shoes. Your sitting.