’ I made a noncommittal noise then refused her carrot sticks as she held them out. ‘I’m good, thanks, I had a big breakfast.’ I don’t know i... she could see my lie, but I hoped not. This would be very uncomfortable if she could tell when I was lying like Jen could. I was just about to draw in breath to start talking when she beat me to the punch, ‘So, I really enjoyed Saturday.’ She said quietly, almost shyly, which was something I was unused too from the normally boisterous woman. I looked at. I breathed in through my nose andexhaled between pursed lips. What I really wanted to do was to pant atthe sight of what she wore below her knees. I might even have drooledslightly if that was an option. Instead, I sat there, silent and readyto obey, my hands folded on my lap.We went into a part of the city I wasn't familiar with. There were sidestreets lined with small shops. We parked in the middle of a block andgot out. That gave me a better look at Teressa's boots. As she strolleda. Standing majestically upon the altar that once housed the arcane prison that suspended you in time, your eyes adjusted to the sight of the familiar gloomy chamber around you. It was the place where those impudent brats had entrapped you with their loathsome trickery, this specially sealed room of roughly hewn obsidian pillars and clusters of magic crystals forming upon the walls. You remembered that they were once a pristine cyan blue, flowing with latent mystical energy, naturally imbued with. “No, really! You’re paying, you get to decide.”Well, now wasn’t that an interesting thought. {Go along with me.}”You say so.” I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back to contemplate the idea. A picture formed in my mind. “Alright, here goes. Something in red, a dress, maybe calf-length with a nice slit up the front, a bit low cut and as backless as possible. Stockings, not pantyhose. High heels.” She looked shocked, but I simply shrugged. “Hey, you asked.”“Wow, I guess I did. Are you serious?”I.