Slipping her arms from the sleeves she lay naked next to him. I could see the swell of her hips and the silky texture of her skin. The heave of her ch...st betrayed her excitement. My heart was racing.I watched his shaking hand touch her bare breast for the first time, squeezing and gently pinching. I could see her nipples harden under his fingers as he pulled them. He caressed her inner thigh slowly teasing a path to her most intimate feminine treasure. She arched and hung her head backward as. .. and away from Bunning’s.”“They do that?” Then she said, “What’s a Loss-leader?”“A price below what they paid for it.”“Interesting. They don’t teach that in school.”“They don’t teach how to count back change either.”“Sure they do, Dad. It’s right there on the register.”“What happens when the electricity goes out?”“They close the store. The registers won’t work without it.”“So ... do you want to take flying lessons?” I asked.“I’m not old enough. You have to be 15 to solo.”“Well, can you take. ”“What?”“I want it coloured blue.”“It’s chameleonesque. It isn’t any colour.”“How come your wives’ suits are coloured when they’re around the cave?”“They’re Mages. We can do stuff like that.”“You’re a Mage?”“Yes...”“So you can do it for me.”“Why would I do that?”“Because you’re a Mage. You can do things like that; we’ve just established that fact.”“I could just make it transparent.”“Yeah, right! Like to see you explain that one to Róisín,” she sneered.“Then let her kit you out.”“No, you. She felt so out of place ringing the bell. As a c***d she had always just run right in, usually to find the comfort of her Grandmother’s hug and a freshly baked cookie. As a wife, she had always just sauntered in to find the comfort of her husband hug and a kiss sweeter than any cookie. Tim answered the door. ‘Hi Cindy.’ He stepped aside to let her in. ‘Hi Tim.’ She couldn’t read his expressions or his voice. He didn’t seem angry or cold, but he really didn’t appear delighted to see her either..