Dee was becoming tired of spending her Saturday afternoons re-filling all the cupboards in the kitchen and family room, following the recently completed renovations.*It had taken her three*Saturdays, as*work was busy and spare time was minimal.*She had started throwing out a lot of stuff that had seen better days, or had not been used in a while, if at all!Dee was just about to call it a day and put her feet up with an icy cold beer when the bright colours caught her eye.*There, in a cardboard box, was the re-made Wonder Woman costume, which Dee knew was wrapped around the novelty crystal ball.*Carrying the box to the kitchen,*Dee plonked it on the table*and pulled out its contents.She was inwardly transported back through the years, reflecting on her niece's halloween party*where Dee dressed as Future Girl*and performed imaginative palm readings, and fortune telling, for the kids.*She unwrapped the crystal ball, remembering
bonus veren siteler the quaint old knick knack shop where she had bought it, for no good reason, as an ornament.The shop was in a tiny old township in the middle of nowhere, when Dee and her husband, along with three*other couples, were caravanning around the outback some years ago.*The sweet old lady in the store was trying to steer Dee toward the more expensive balls, along with other mystical paraphernalia, explaining the magical qualities of each one.*Hubby was usually a patient man, but the old lady's spiel was wearing thin with him, and he grabbed the cheapest one and gave Dee 'the look'.Dee now placed the ball carefully on its stand, fingering the satin of the costume, and wistfully recalled younger, care free days.Curiously, she donned the black wig and gold head band with FG stencilled on it.*Dee huffed on the
bedava bahis glass ball, and shone*it up with the costume skirt, giggling and feeling a bit silly.A shiver ran through her.Dee looked around the kitchen, sensing a presence, but she was alone.*Peering dreamily into the crystal ball, Dee saw a scene emerging, like a little stage inside the glass.*There appeared*a timber porch, or balcony perhaps.*Beyond that, the ocean showed in the near background, with small waves lapping the shoreline.There was an open laptop on a table, and the back view of a woman, typing energetically.*The weather in the scene looked warm, the woman was concentrating,*hurrying to get her thoughts down as her mind raced with ideas.Dee suddenly recognised the woman was her favourite author, who wrote under the nom de plume*'The Authoress'.*Dee became excited,*maybe she would glimpse her idol's face!*The Authoress was
deneme bonus quite private and protective of her anonymity.*Dee moved in closer to try and see more detail.The Authoress seemed calm, but excited, although Dee could still not see her face.*Dee started repeating a mantra in her head.It was the phrase she told the children at Julie's party.*"I am Future Girl, I see all..." hoping that she would, indeed, see everything.Future Girl watched as The Authoress sat back, her arms falling by her sides as she gazed into the distance, allowing her shoulders to relax.*She seemed exhausted and stretched her neck left and right to loosen her tight muscles.*Future Girl looked closer but still could not see The Authoress' face.Dee got herself a cold beer, and sat back down at the kitchen table, watching the little play inside the crystal ball.*A man appeared next to The Authoress.*Dee was hooked.She began to drift into that state where she often found herself while reading stories written by The Authoress.*Dee sometimes got so carried away while reading, that she pictured herself as one, or more, of the characters in the stories, usually becoming highly aroused during the sex scenes.
