As we walked back up stairs Mike told me all I had to do to stayout of trouble was for me to stay out of his way. That he might havesome friends over ...o party this weekend and if I told anyone I would besorry. I promised that I would stay out of his way and went into mybedroom. I was happy because I realized that Mike always had practicein the afternoon and that he would not be home until 6 at the earliest,and since I got home around 3:30 that I would have a few hours to playdress up. Something. Having made sure the house was secure downstairs we went upstairs and I told him I would get him a bath towel and he could shower first. I showed him into the spare bedroom and left him to undress while I got him a towel but first I took my own towel from the bathroom.When I knocked he called come in and he was only wearing his shirt and everything else was folded on the bed. I handed him the towel and saw that his cock was semi-erect and it looked good to me. I left him to finish undressing. Vanessa was 40, tall, statuesque and black, with her straightened hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She was wearing a grey chauffeur’s outfit, black boots and black gloves. She smiled warmly. But her looks were deceiving – Vanessa was employed for her exquisite cruelty.The twins clambered into the back seat of the large Rolls-Royce, and their aunt settled in the jump seat and looked at them.?Well,? she said, a big beam on her pretty face, suntanned from hours by the pool at Paine Hall,. The computer, sensing his presence, turned itselfon. Instead of the usual Win98 "pling," it made a sound like a squeakingdoor, followed by an eerie screech. There were icons on the screen, butnone of the usual ones: no "My computer," no recycling bin, none of theaccustomed things. One of the icons was labelled simply "Disappear." Hetried clicking on that, but nothing seemed to happen.Outside, in the shopping mall, unbeknownst to Steve, the Spells 'R Us shopquietly vanished.Another icon, in.