They were witches, or perhaps sorceresses would be more accurate. They had inadvertently hit upon a system of symbol manipulation that worked, and not...only worked but tore open the very fabric of reality, the structure of the physical universe. It wasn't really magic in the classical sense, but it was close enough that it didn't really matter.What really does matter is that women rule. Men obey. Most every woman has enough of the Power within her to command and force her will on men. A few. They rode a bit and picked up yet another two girls, introductions were made. One, Vera, was apparently already a pretty good friend of Iza's as they shared a very friendly kiss. The other girl was very cute, petite, and seemed just a bit nervous. Her name was Ariel. The four girls chatted and had a very nice time in the luxury of the limo, each had a glass of champagne?or two, as it was a rather long drive to the party. Abby couldn't help but notice how Iza and Vera kept exchanging. It seemed that, nowadays, I ‘lived’ at work, and work was much more enjoyable these days, although less lucrative, than it had been for over a decade before. And now my work had required me to travel to the Twin Cities, and I was taking a short break to see where Granddad was buried before returning to my hotel. I was flying out of MSP in the morning, but it was still early in the evening. So, I decided to get a drink before calling it a night. **** That is how I ended up meeting Mukhtaar Faruk. After my mouth closed over it and my tongue began its tantalising play between her offering fingers, we all too quickly had to stop. Helen’s shivering thighs, shaking hands, and her gasping moans warned me how close she was again to the brink of coming. I stopped to slide up and fold her into my arms.We needed, it seemed, minutes to catch our breath and to retreat from the threatening surrender of what would have been, in the game we had started, a too early ending. When we had calmed, I.