Suddenly she felt herself rising, lifting up and flying through the air. She saw what had to be a 200 foot tall mirror and then she realized her predi...tament. She was no longer herself, she was Salvor’s thumb! Once the realization settled in, it began to sink in that she was in fact a thumb, his left thumb to be precise. Thinking, feeling, all the inner qualities of a person but outwardly bound as a thumb on the hand of a man from the Lit boards. Granted its a cute thumb, so it could be worse,. I offered to give her a soothing head massage and i started gently rubbing her temples along with her neck and shoulders. She liked this a lot. At the same time she was complaining that her husband never gave her any attention and that she didn't want to go near him anyway (he was a pig farmer who didn't bother much with personal hygiene!). In for a penny i thought, so i told her i thought she was a really caring lovely woman who deserved better, and I'm not just saying that because i have a. -?C?mo te llamas, preciosidad?- me pregunt?-Jasmine, es mi nombre de guerra.- y me sent? rid?culo mientras lo dec?a.-Mmmm, un nombre de guerra precioso. Tengo una sed tremenda, ?qu? tienespara m??Me levant? y se?al? el mueble bar. Ella se levant? y pas? delante de m?para acercarse al mueble bar. Sent? el olor de su colonia y aquello meexcit? m?s todav?a. Sac? del mueble bar un par de botellitas de vodka yun bote de zumo de naranja y prepar? dos combinados mientras yo la mirabahacer, escondiendo. Is distracting.’ She smiles and leans back, pulling her skirt hem up and splaying her hands across her thighs. ‘Damn. I’m sorry. I hate to interrupt you while your working. Don’t mind me.’ His expression alters and he says ‘Mara. My wife…you know she usually works this time of day, but she could be back at any minute.’ She gasps softly. ‘The wife. Oh no. Well, you’d better hurry then. I don’t want to compromise your artistic integrity. I just want to fuck you, okay?’ He nods sagely. ‘So it’s.