"If you want," Michael said, leaning back. Boy, she had magical fingers, and didn't even do anything yet. Oh,<i>so</i>much... potential. Was it getting harder to think? "You can play with it if you want, satiate your curiosity. But if you want to get right on to it, then..." Michael motioned to it. "Have at it?" Dear god, don't let her stop. She was a<i>natural</i>.