“You’re beginning to leak cum and you haven’t even started stroking. I can see what you like. Did you ever tell Alana that you wanted to share h...er with other men?” “No. She would be disgusted…” Artemesia laughed again. “Maybe you don’t know your wife very well. ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell,’ they say. Remember when she came back from that convention in Florida? Didn’t you see the little … bruise on her neck?” “Yes, she… she hit her neck somehow, in the airplane…” “And you believed that? That you. James sighed and looked down, feeling guilty for the pain he'd caused the woman. "Kat, I-" Katherine." Katherine," James began again, a pang of sadness striking his heart, "I'm so sorry. I used magic – yes, real magic – to… encourage you to sleep with me."Nodding slowly, Katherine looked away again. "I could tell, even back then, that it wasn't entirely my idea. But something told me to do it anyway. And after a little while, I forgot that I had ever not wanted it to begin with." Katherine. Since I was recently divorced and had plenty of room in my home, Ioffered him my basement, which had its own entrance, living room, bedroomand bath. The only thing he would need to come up stairs for was to usethe kitchen.We made an agreement for six months that had him replacing the carpet inthe basement and installing a new outside door instead of paying rent.Once moved in, he would spend most of his time job hunting as he had beengiven 6 months to find a new job before his current employer. And our son was using it for the same thing. It made me feel ... old.Anna made me feel young. And she did so by suggesting we get together for coffee one afternoon. We decided on Rochester as being about halfway between her house and mine and I arranged my work schedule so I could take off early on Tuesday afternoon.Two weeks and two days after the overnight party—but who’s counting?—Anna and I rushed into a hug with exactly the same enthusiasm as when we parted that Sunday afternoon. The.