"Grandther."

"May I ask why you're dressed for youngfacial-cumfiesta a facial reunion with the cast youngfacial-cumfiesta of the young kindergarten production of Old young MacDonald?" Caeman asked. His guest laughed.

"Down here we base most of our fashion sense on what young doesn't itch." Caeman said. "And youngfacial-cumfiesta it's Caeman." The young woman cringed visibly.

"Do you have facial a nickname?" she young asked. "My last boss cum was Steven cum fiesta young Q. Caeman, and I sincerely doubt you want me associating you with him." Caeman had heard cum fiesta young of S. Q. Caeman. The man young was a big-time newspaper young tycoon in New Jersey youngfacial-cumfiesta who was suspected of young many cum, many attempted hostile takeovers, though no one had youngfacial-cumfiesta been young able to prove anything young. Still, Caeman couldn't facial start insisting that the townspeople call him Special K or something cum to make her feel better cum fiesta young...but he really - wanted this young woman as a cum fiesta young friend. It occurred to him that a youngfacial-cumfiesta little judicious use of the amplifier could help. He re-donned the glasses.

"So, um, how does the thing on your glasses work?" she asked.

"Let's..." Caeman started, "...let's go to my room." he cum fiesta young said young. She undid the other fastener facial and then she kissed him hotly, wrapping her arms around him. She cum swung her - legs up around his waist, still humping herself against his young crotch through their cum fiesta young clothes. He young formed a command in his mind, and she climbed off him, whimpering in desire.

Caeman dressed once more and slipped the glasses into his young pocket. The connection between cum fiesta young them had youngfacial-cumfiesta seemed to slip somewhat whenever the glasses slid down his nose during the course of their youngfacial-cumfiesta lovemaking. There had to be a way to fix that.

"Right -." Caeman replied, returning her scowl.

"It will suffice, for now, I suppose." she said, her Oriental accent thick, but in fiesta a fiesta sexy way. "I may need you to fiesta...conjure...something young else later." Caeman nodded, and young went to the attic. He found some of his mother's old clothes from when she and young his father young had young lived together with Grandther before buying - their first house. He selected a youngfacial-cumfiesta pair of pants and a blouse, and brought them to Minnie facial.

"Who are you cum fiesta young, and how do young you cum fiesta young know my name youngfacial-cumfiesta?" she demanded.

"Like hell I will." Nike snarled. Caeman had facial been expecting this. After all, he youngfacial-cumfiesta had created her.

You will eagerly do as you facial are commanded. he thought, directing those thoughts at her. It makes you feel good young to help others. That is the nature of all superheroines cum. It makes you feel even better to be praised. If you serve well, you will cum fiesta young be rewarded. You youngfacial-cumfiesta know this, and fiesta will eagerly obey. Nike young staggered under the mental assault.

"A young facial strawberry cum fiesta young blonde who is sleeping in my bedroom right now young." Caeman replied. "Speaking cum fiesta young of whom, I'd better youngfacial-cumfiesta check on her." He handed the amplifier back to Minnie.

"I've never had a love experience young like cum fiesta young that before." she sighed. "I love you." Caeman gave her cum fiesta young a glass of water young, which she gladly young drank, moistening her dry mouth. "Thanks."

"I've found some things close young to your size. They used to belong to my mother." He handed young her a pair of jeans and a denim shirt. The shirt was tight, and young she - couldn't button up the top three buttons. The cum jeans were form-fitting, but felt good. "I said 'close to.' My mother never jpeg had much of a rack until she got pregnant, and that was after she moved out of here, so there - aren't any post young-pregnancy shirts lurking in the youngfacial-cumfiesta closets." He gave her a pair of long, grey youngfacial-cumfiesta socks and gave her her boots back.

"Right." Caeman said, taking the Gate from cum fiesta young his pocket. He dug through his disks until he found what he was looking for: one of his few young fantasy stories. He printed out a copy and found a scene involving the character young he needed. Her name was Faria. She was an Elven sorceress with a strong empathic gift, whose pleasure was dependent on the pleasure of others young. In a young flash of light, Faria was edited cum fiesta young out of the printout young and standing in Caeman's computer room. "Greetings, Faria. My name's Caeman, and I have someone here who needs cum fiesta young your help."

"Yes, I'm feeling that." Faria fiesta replied, approaching Minnie. "That's a nasty curse you have there. Don't worry, I youngfacial-cumfiesta'll have you right as rain in a jiffy." Caeman felt a distinct tingle as Faria began her spell. When it was over, Minnie was weeping in joy.

"Well, now that that's done, I youngfacial-cumfiesta suppose it young's time I explained about this thing." he said young, showing youngfacial-cumfiesta everyone the young Scribe young's Gate. He told the girls everything, starting with young Grandther's death and moving on from there. With the amplifier now firmly embedded in his brain, he could easily read the thoughts cum of the others. Ellie, Nike and Faria stared at the bejeweled Gate in silent young awe, and figured that Grandther had youngfacial-cumfiesta been cum fiesta young very wise young indeed to pass cum fiesta young the Gate young on to youngfacial-cumfiesta Caeman. Minnie facial, on the other hand, was youngfacial-cumfiesta plotting how to take the young Gate cum for herself and escape to a fictional world where she could rule facial with her superior mind. Caeman knew youngfacial-cumfiesta this could mean trouble. There was only one thing young he could young think of to do young. He - reached into Minnie's mind and disposed of that devious streak, and took her ego down young a few notches, making her more submissive and less disdainful, making her warmer, more young caring, and opening her up to fiesta all the happiness that young could come with cum fiesta young being young so caring. He allowed her to be aware cum that her mental condition fiesta was artificial, but that youngfacial-cumfiesta he had youngfacial-cumfiesta done it young for her own good. She smiled then, a genuinely warm smile young he could - tell young she wasn't - used cum to young making.

"It seems young your grandfather truly did choose the right young guardian for the Gate." she said. "I don't suppose you'd mind removing my jealousy, too?"