A few garish-looking women were talking at the bar, sipping coloured drinks in large glasses. Olivia sat at an empty table in a corner and ordered a b...eer by raising her hand. The bartender, a pretty college student, knew her. She walked over to Olivia carrying the bottle in one hand and a glass in the other.“The one in the black skirt. I told her about you”, whispered the bartender as she put the bottle and glass on the table and pushed a key towards Olivia, making sure no one saw it.“Thank. Sable said nothing, but radiated a slight amusement.A definite sense of exasperation came from the stick McAllister held in his hand. A tiny blue bolt sizzled from the upper end of the thing and hit the sleeping woman square on the buttock. With a jerk, and a small scream, the woman jerked awake. She looked wildly around the room, while her hands moved in a defensive manner, and McAllister became aware of the feel of sorcery."I will not harm you," he said, as Sable faded into the dark of the. I turn my iPod to a song with a sensual beat, blocking out words that could ruin my mood. I reach under my shirt and bra, and begin to rub my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples. I look around to see if anyone notices. Not yet. I reach one hand down my jeans, slouching enough to spread my legs. Usually I rub myself over whatever underwear I happen to have on, but seeing as I'd opted for no underwear today, that step will have to be skipped. I begin to stroke my clit slowly, trying. She had beautiful long brown hair, and skin as smooth as a baby's. She had very soft, subtle features, and dark brown eyes that almost seemed black, when they were open. Her skin was soft and warm against mine. I remember how close I felt to her at that moment. I hugged her tightly and kissed her head. It seemed like we laid there forever as I drifted in and out of sleep, until the ringing phone jolted me awake. I listened as our mother left a message explaining that her and dad would be.