"A bit. Warren, you're too good to me." You are too good to her," Mrs. Kovach smiled, handing over the tea."Horsehockey. She's the ruler of my heart, ...right?"That made Sophia remember something. She reached up to her neck. "Shit, Warren, my pendant!" Relax. It's on your nightstand. I took it off last night, I was afraid you'd strangle yourself with it in your condition." He held the teacup up to her lips. "Here, try some of this." You guys need anything else?" Mrs. Kovach asked"Actually, I think. What did this mean?, was she willing to do something dirty tonight? or was she just trying to get me primed for a steamy sex session later? either way it was getting me excited!The party was at 8pm so me and Linda decided to do pre-drinks early and arrive fashionably late, we did some shots and by the time 8pm rolled round we were feeling pretty toasty. We called a cab to take us to the party.By god did Linda look good! her dress hugged to her sexy curves, her legs looked so long and amazing. " It wasn't about a do. You wanted to shag her." What if I did." Jesse's voice had risen in pitch. "You're not myfucking daddy." I'm more than your daddy, Sweet Cakes. I'm you're fucking keeper andyou'd do best to remember --." It was my fault," I said, I'd dressed and now stood in the doorwaybetween the hall and the living room.Both Jesse and Rambo turned at the sound of my voice."Hello Luv," Rambo said in an effort to compose himself."I asked her to stay last night," I said, "I didn't want to. "I need you here; we are out of ideas," I replied. "Can you use your love ring? I am certain we don't have much time."A clap of displaced air signaled the arrival of my wife, a tall slender woman who always cropped her black hair at the ears, which was so unlike mine. I kept mine in a warriors braid, but even so, it dragged on the ground more often than not and was more grey than black.I explained our problem to Pteri. She seems undaunted. It was just another puzzle in magic to her. Someday I.