“Not from what I can tell. I think you’re just supposed to read it.” You flip thought the book, landing on a particular set of animations. “Oh... how about this? it’s not like a love spell or like a good luck spell--we’re going to know if this one doesn’t work.”“What is it?”“I dunno--seems like it should get your clothes off the floor, though.” You laugh, thinking about the insanity of it. “I mean I get why people thought charms might protect them from sickness and stuff--it’s all statistics. But. “Thank you Margery, I appreciate the support you’ve given us. It’s made it much easier to do our work.”“Rumors are that you’re having some trouble with your wife, and you’re here later and later as a result.”(What?!?!? How did that get out! I’m going kill Tony.) I shrugged my shoulders in a rather helpless motion. “Yeah times are tight. You roll with the punches.”“Well I need to rely on you more and more now. You know I don’t have much of a life outside this company.”“Margery, if you need me. But mostly out of the wash-basket. The ones you'd been wearing that day." You filthy pig." Oh, don't say that, Mum?" Well what am I supposed to say? Did they look nice on you?" Carol laughed, and put Jason's hand halfway up the inside of her thigh, but still below her hemline. He looked at their hands, flat together, against her bare tanned leg."I didn't wear them." I bet you did." I didn't... well, maybe once or twice." Jason giggled. "Just to get the feel, you know." Yeah, see? I knew it. I. “But let’s work on that”“OK” she replied.“What exactly did you have in mind when you came down here to ask me about this?” I asked as I looked pointedly at her.She looked down at the floor again, her leg swinging a little faster now. “I uh, I wanted you to show me ... show me how to play with myself.”She stopped and looked up at me but I just sat there and just raised my eyebrows a bit.“OK I heard from a friend that if you uh, have someone else do it ummm for you it feels way more better.” She.