. Khaana khatam karke maine unka ghar chora aur fhir mae apne raste…Dhire dhire mae unka yaha frequently aane jaane laga..Ek din baarish hui… Aur ...ae bhingte hue unke ghar pahucha.. Ghar mae humesa ki tarah wo akele thi.. Aur unka bacha school gaya hua… Tha… Andar aate e unho ne mera saar pochna cahalu kaar diya… Boli kapde nikal du shuka deti… Maine unhe kapde de diye aur mae bass towel mae… Tha.. Wo tea banane kitchen mae gayi aur mae bhi piche se unke sath chala gya.. Wo tea bana rhi… Thi... Dad leaned down, staring intently."Let me look at your eyes. Follow my finger!" he began waving a finger back and forth in front of my face like a fleshy metronome. I followed it obediently for several passes before finally sighing. "Come on Dad, Everything you know about medicine you learned from watching St. Elsewhere in college. You told me so yourself!" I sat up then, adjusting my shirt. "Help me up. Really, I feel fine." Fine," he said, giving me that patented parental stare that seemed to. ”“Well, I might be able to help in other ways too. Serena has come up with a way to reconnect the higher functions of the control systems in the Orc artefacts.”“Rampaging sleds and doors trying to cut Orcs in half?” I questioned with a grim satisfied smile.“Yes, it has limited range as yet if a Mage is doing it, but Serena thinks the Seers could cause havoc with it.”“We could try to keep it local when we make our move, only freeing one sled or a door at a time to cause havoc.”“Good idea, we can. What is a girl supposed to do? See enclosure. C.”The attached picture was a selfie of Christine. Sitting up leaning against the bedhead, she was in a dressing gown. Its cloth had fallen aside from Christine’s arching body, framing her enticing nakedness. Christine’s eyes were on the Pad in her stretched-out hand, and therefore on him. Her lips were breathily parted, and her nipples were perkily pointing up.To Christine: - “Love the picture! Makes me wish I could be there and kiss your luscious.