We started to chat and she told me her name was Grace. She had been doing this for only a few months. The massage oil she used was from one of the m...ny coconut trees in the garden so she said I may find it a little greasier than usual. She poured a handful of oil into her palms and leant over me to start massaging my chest. She was seemingly so innocent and completely unaware of the effect that her swaying breasts, only inches away from my face, were having on me. I was only wearing a pair. ..?A God sat on her bed.“Holy Father,” shuddered Rose in ecstasy as she looked at the God Pater. He looked much like his son, the High King, but amplified. Like every one of my husband's attributes, his athletic handsomeness, his regal bearing, his dominating strength were but a rough statue made of clay compared to the marble perfection of the King of the Gods. “I see you have missed me,” Pater said, his voice deep and smooth.“Always,” Rose said, her hands unlacing the ties of her dressing. "I'm not interested," I told the guy, folding my arms over my breasts and pressing myself against the window. I didn't even want to touch him accidentally."Come on. Don't play hard to get." He smiled, reaching for my leg and petting me. "Sixty bucks ... It's all I've got, easy money."I stared at the guy's hand, feeling his sweaty palm on my bare thigh, moving back and forth and sticking my flushed skin. He looked like an animal to me then, not a man at all, and I wondered what that made me. I. " The wizard said. "You want revenge on the people who have beenteasing you at school, right?" Morton nodded. The wizard stood up and skatedover to the counter and took out a flask. "This will do. It's a very specialliquid. Whoever serves it can wish their fondest desire on the ones who drinkit. So all you have to do is get someone to drink it and wish for him or herto stop bothering you. Simple, huh?"Morton took the flask off the shelf. "Sounds perfect. How much?"The wizard thought for a.