Sabrina Carter rolled her eyes. Sometimes it was hard to believe how little had changed with the Great Change. "I do not get involved with clients, Ms. Clarke, but if you get a job you can try again. Now why don't you follow up those gorgeous leads I gave you." Barry sheepishly left the office, leads in her hand.
Sabrina had to admit that Barry walking away provided a nice view. She wondered if any of her friends might be up for a lunchtime booty call.
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Tom hadn't been able to drive since the curse due to the necessity of a rear view mirror and the danger of reflective surfaces. It felt good to be on the road again, even if he wasn't the driver he used to be. He felt his skills coming back after a couple of hours. Of course, Aziza's presence sometimes made it difficult to concentrate. (Unknown to Tom, the car was under a minor protective spell.)
"Oooh" said Aziza. "World's biggest collection of vacuum cleaners! Let's see that."
Tom frankly would have liked it if Aziza displayed a little more urgency about fixing Jennifer, but the Sorceress Supreme was the one calling the shots.
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"OK, Madame President" said Sandra Petrelli the furniture crew boss, a squat, heavily muscled although still damned attractive New Woman. The floor of the White House had had to be reinforced to take the weight of the new Ultra-Imperial size bed, and the lack of male muscles hadn't made the job any easier. The White House furnishings office had had a heck of a time even trying to locate a bed of that size, but when the President tells you that's what she wants, that's what she gets. It was going to be a hell of a job taking it out again for the next President, Sandra thought.
The President tested the new bed by bouncing up and down a few times on it. She turned to Sandra with a hungry look. "Feels great. I'm having a little party tonight to celebrate, and we'd love it if you could join us."
When the President tells you that's what she wants, that's what she gets.