Once I had sat her back down she jokingly asked me if I was going to keep her panties as a souvenir. I apologised and offered to return them to the ba...hroom straight away. She said no hurry and just leave them on the sofa where I sat and could move them later. We continued to watch the TV but my eyes kept looking down at the panties out of fascination. It wasn’t long before grandma had fallen asleep, which seemed to be an afternoon ritual. I tried to resist but curiosity overtook me and I. "What happened?" I asked, somehow managing to keep my own weariness anddiscomfort from my voice, both because of what had just about happened tome and because of my worry for her. I tried to make my voice soundconcerned, but I only managed to sound slightly afraid.She didn't respond immediately, but I got the feeling for the first timethat she'd heard me. She stirred slightly."I thought you couldn't cast magic on other people without an agreement,"I asked, keeping my eyes on the road now. I had. When she finally pulled way, her eyes were still closed, almost like she was afraid to open them. She finally lifted her eyelids, a soft, gentle smile on her face. She leaned back in again, this time with a little more hunger, a little more urgency. I reached over and placed my hand on the back of her neck, as our lips pressed together, her breath warming my face. After several seconds, I felt her lips part slightly, the tip of her tongue brushed my lips. I decided to be very delicate in my. His shoulders sagged wearily. ‘That’s very kind of you… thank you Miranda.’ He could hear her moving around in her kitchen, and Marcus sat on the sofa and let his head rest back, and his eyes close for a little while. He’d missed Miranda today, after spending so much time with her recently and the way she had been, when he’d first heard about his father… It was as though she had taken all of his fear and pain, and just absorbed it into herself, sending back only calm and reassurance. At a point.