The way she bucked and moaned was really starting to turn me on. My nipples started to turn hard and I instinctively started to play with my wet pussy...I couldn't believe that the most perfect cock I had ever seen lived in my house. And some stupid little slut was fucking it! That was my cock...I deserved it! What was I thinking? I had helped raise Erick since he was 5, and I had never had these kinds of feelings before. Then again, I had never known what an amazing gun he was packing. Suddenly,. ‘They have us working on plugging the leaks on this,’ he continued, ‘The top dogs in the corner offices want to control the flow of information like this were Roswell or something.’ Thurston, the government conspiracy theorist. The believer in past and present terrestrial visits from intelligent life on other planets. The quantum physicist turned media gatekeeper. The bespectacled egghead with impeccable credibility. Dead serious no matter the role he played. The younger, Ivy League bookworm. I also set several 'safety spells'. For example; if the elementals deliberately burned at the wrong temperature, or if they started going astray with fires made in the wrong places, they were told that the 'safety spell' would cut off their power, and huge water elementals would be summoned. They shuddered at that, and promised that they would use and enjoy the power, very carefully.All the furnaces were to be fired by elementals. All we had to do was pay for the workers and materials. Not. The rest of the week was more of the same, with last minute costume alterations, sound checks and all the rest of the details that go into a show. Then it was Friday, opening night and Beth had her usual case of pre-show jitters. "Oh, God, Tommy, why do I let you talk me into these things?" Who, me? It seems to me that you're the one who first mentioned auditions." Well, yeah, but you put the idea there." I did? How?" You used your ESP on me. I know you did!" Me? ESP? I didn't have any ESP.