Okay, I was fishing. "Broke up. A couple of weeks now. Thought I'd get out and socialize a little," she said. I smiled again; this was looking good. ... We talked for the rest of my break, and when the last set was history, she was still there listening and sipping her wine. I went over to her. "Hi, again, I guess you must really like jazz," I said. "Any chance a guy like me could hope to have dinner with a looker like you sometime?" I said. She was a looker too. Brown hair, green eyes, bright. When he was done he again looked at me, nodded, and left. I looked at the spells he had added to the palace. They were a beautiful pattern of lattices. I gasped when I saw them.They blended and augmented the spells that were already there. I didn't see how anything except a demi-god or god could enter without invitation. The power that was represented in all the spells, was unbelievable.I was pleased. While refugee's still showed up, they had slowed to a trickle. We now had the ability to house. It wasn't until a few years later when I had really grown that she told me more. "Oh, your glass is empty and so is mine. Let me get us more." Carol picked up the tray and disappeared into the kitchen.Jerry took the few minutes to calm himself. All this talk of sex and breasts was getting to him and it showed in his crotch. He had just gotten himself under control when Carol returned. This time she knelt on the floor in front of him."Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. She took me into the bedroom. " And then shegiggled a bit even though she was trying to keep a stern look on herface.Chad didn't miss any of it. Knowing it was no use resisting, hedropped a curtsey and said, "Hewwo," in his sissy voice.The receptionist giggled uncontrollably. The look of absolute delightwas all over her face. She leaned across the high counter as much asshe could. "Can you lift your skirt so I can see what you're wearingunderneath?" She giggled again.Chad mentally groaned. Why couldn't she just go.