"What would i not give to have such control over a man", Urmila thought. She thought she detected a tiny hint of hestitation when he reached his under...wear but it was no more than a shift in his eyes. Urmila didn't quite have the courage to look at the male's almost-naked body. Her basic instinct and manners did not allow her to look directly at his body. She was sort of looking at him from the corner of her eye, aware that there was only one small item of cloth remaining, but not quite looking. Despite the three decades that had passedsince then, he hadn't lost that much definition. I knew that he workedout religiously with both the machines in the basement and theequipment at his company's athletic center. Which meant that he wouldbe just the kind of boss a sultry secretary might like to work under.Or on top of.My pulse quickened as the out-of-the-blue thought was replaced by acrystal clear image.My father's office was on the tenth floor of his building. Beinglocated on the corner,. They live with me in the suburbs of New Amsterdam, and we're pretty much your average single parent family.But I'm tired of being an average family. I'm tired of being white-bread, never-gets-in-trouble, bog-standard guy.That's why I'm sitting in front of a demonic summoning circle at midnight, candles flickering all around me at the Winter Solstice. I've got the requisite items; a black-bladed dagger, a white-bladed dagger, an offering of twenty milliliters of my own blood, a lock of my hair,. "He really should be here."The quack looked at me in askance. "I wanted him nearby in case this did involve him."He nodded, "Yvette, I think you will have to accept that that is Peter's decision to make. Not yours and not Alex's."He shocked us both with that one. We sat. We talked. The surprises continued for me."Peter, I just..." Yvette sighed and bit her lip, "I don't ... Peter, I love you. I really do. But..." Vette, just tell me. Whatever it is, we'll work it out." Peter, how do you feel.