“Thomas, everything that I am going to tell you has to do with magic. It might get a bit scary, but everything I say is true. I need you to be open-...inded. I promise you that if this doesn’t happen tonight, it could be centuries before I see you again, and I can’t bear to live with that. “Centuries?” you say staring at me with wide eyes. “What do you mean centuries?” “Please,” I beg you, “let me tell our story. Then you can ask me anything. Then if you still don’t believe me, you can walk out. She stepped out of her stockings and removed the pins from her hair, letting her curls cascade down to her waist. She smelled like lavender and vanilla. The only thing left on her now was the garter, which Luke removed with tender hands. Why am I still wearing clothes? He laughed. I dont know, She smiled, Maybe you should take them off. She caressed his hair with her soft hands, sliding them down his neck to the buttons of his shirt. She unbuttoned them for him, and he shrugged off his jacket. I quickly packed the box away where I had found it and put her panties back on the chair. I hoped that she didn't notice that they were a lot wetter than when she had left them!I went back to my room and stepped into the shower before Linda returned. By the time I got out of the shower I could hear movement downstairs. Linda was obviously back. Its always incredible how time flies when one is on a sexual mission.I quickly dressed and walked downstairs. Linda was sitting in the kitchen drinking. The Honourable Diana Staples was no exception. Invited to a luncheon with the proposition that there might be an opportunity for her to act as a celebrity reviewer of restaurants for a new, up-market, leisure magazine, she jumped at the chance. I guess she figured if nothing else she'd get a good meal out of it and the chance to get some very expensive champagne down her neck.The only trouble is champagne is one of the easiest wines in which to conceal something. Let's say something even more.