In the evening, when my husband, Arun, came back from the office, I told him in detail. He had already heard about Ipsita many times during our casual... conversation.But Arun told me that he had project deadlines and might not be free even this weekend. I was eager to meet Ipsita. He told me that he would book me an Uber to her location. I was so excited to meet my old friend after so many years.Now I am coming to a little more details about Ipsita and me. As I told you earlier, we were college. . assuming I lived long enough to write it.Chuckles was just winding down his laughing exercise for the day, and was now pondering what to do to me next when Sean finally decided to make a reappearance. The best I could tell, the little traitor had taken off with Miranda when my jolly huge playmate first appeared. Frankly, it was a bit late for advice now – I really would have preferred having his help earlier. At the moment I was pretty much out for the count and I didn't think I could even. The final magics of a bard.She was a wonderful girl.I glanced at her. She shone with the the white aura of a married woman, a beacon that shone to any changeling. We were drawn to married women most, to seduce and impregnate them. When I looked at any woman, the image of their lover or spouse would rise in my mind. I could assume the form, mimic him, and then seduce her. It was how my kind bred. Only in a married woman would my seed find fertile soil.And only if I appeared as her husband.When I. Not many guys would do what he's doing -- worthy cause or not.Maybe we should try to recruit some of the guys in our office to dothe same thing." Yeah, right!" Rachel commented cynically. "Like any of the jerks wework with would step up to the plate and tote around a PrincessDiaries Backpack like that!"The two roommates were getting ready for another workday at Logan andAssociates, the nationwide accounting firm where they were employed asmid-level bookkeepers. Like most mid-level employees.