‘Lori…ah…Lori Salter,’ she stammered in reply. She felt her face getting even hotter. ‘I…I’m new.’ ‘I’m very pleased to meet you, ...ori who’s new,’ Damiano said. When he smiled at her, Lori felt funny inside. ‘I can’t imagine how Ted manages to get any work done with someone as lovely as you in the same office.’ Lori’s face felt like it was burning. ‘Ah…Te…Mr. Davis, he…he’s expecting, ah, you, Mr., ah, Damiano,’ she stammered. ‘He, ah, he said you…I…I should send you right in.’ Mr. Damiano. Quietly, she curtsied, the motion incongruous against her desperately impoverished dress and the fact this discussion was being held in a shack that appeared to be made entirely out of shipwrecked parts. Even the lantern was missing its glass, making it considerably more dangerous in this entirely wooden structure than, say ... an... Electric light.The thought nearly sparked a memory – but it was scattered by the woman introducing herself: “My name is Cynthia Boggs.”“And what crime saw you. " Jake nodded as all of his Jinn's and an even more determined Inger did. Bowing to Jake she said, "I pledge myself and my powers to your aid Master Jake. When we save her, I will owe you. I will do all I can to fulfill whatever you wish." Jake's eyes were wide with surprise, she would owe him? Shaking his head, right now he didn't want to think about anything like that. Jake was about to speak when five of the seven Jinns before him started to glow. "Father," A voice seemed to come from. Her hips quivered and moved as though she was searching for something beyond her grasp. She was riding his face, using her hips to reach those places that he could only guess. He knew he was coated with her wetness from the bridge of his nose to his chin. He had never felt a woman so open and exposed to him before as though, had he been small enough, he could simply have climbed into her through the gaping entrance to her soul. He knew she was finding pleasure, but he was not sure if he was.