When I finally woke up, it was already nearing evening and there wasn’t much light coming in through the window shutters. Windows with no glass and just shutters. That’s just asking for someone to brake in. I will need to do something about that. There’s plenty of sand at the beach so it won’t be hard to make some glass. The most difficult part is separating the quarts from everything else in the sand and then heating it up to melting temperatures. I don’t need to do the latter and can just mold the quarts into shape and so it shouldn’t be too hard or take too much time. Something for my list of things to do tomorrow.

  I made my way out from Willows room and back into the kitchen. This time there was the smell of something good cooking as one would expect from a kitchen. The wonderful smell of freshly baked bread was also mixed in. When I got to the table, the rabbit was still roasting over a small spit that was being turned by willow and a fresh loft of bread was resting on in front of the oven door that had already been blocked back up. It wasn’t anything fancy, looked kind of like country bread which made perfect sense.

  With effort I poured a lot of energy into my hands and conjured up a glass salt shaker that was completely filled with granulated salt. When did I start thinking of this as conjuring? From this point on creating purely from energy will hence be known as conjuring and creating from existing materials will be known as molding, I declared like an emperor. Too bad it was only in my head and I was the only witness.

  I placed my hand on Willows hip and I stepped up behind her and placed the salt shaker on the counter edge in front of her. “It’s salt.” I declared. Willow picked it up to examine. “It’s so pretty. Is this crystal? Something valuable like this and just to hold salt. You’re spoiling me too much. Thanks Husband.” Willow said to me with a beaming smile. Husband, that’s right. I’m a married man now. Husband, I could get use to that. “Anything for you, Wife.” I bantered back. Willow Blushed and pushed me aside so that she could walk by me.

  “Aww, the show already ended? I wanted to watch some more.” Charlee complained from behind us. I turned around to look at Charlee seated in her chair still next to mines with her legs swinging and a cheerful smile on her face. I noticed that the bundles of fabric I had set aside was still leaning up against the wall.

  I pointed behind Charlee and said “Charlee, I made these for you and your sister. Would you like a new dress or something?” Charlee nodded excitedly. She’s still just a little girl after all in thought. I extended my area of influence and enveloped her so that I could measure her body and make a dress that would fit. Yes, I now knew exactly how her nude body was shaped but this was more of a knowledge thing and not me being a pervert and peeking at a little girl. Definitely not going for the Loli route.

  I reached over and touched the bundle of yellow fabric and the dress started to take shape. I slowed the process down on purpose as to but on a bit of a show for Charlee. The dress seemed to weave itself out of nothing while the bundle of fabric started to get used up. The dress was now fully formed and would cover both shoulders down to just past her knees but I wasn’t satisfied with the design. I loosened the weave so that the dress would be light and breathe more easily for comfort. This made the dress slightly see through and so I placed my hand on the white fabric and turned the bottom haft of the dress into a ruffle design with yellow and white alternating. I made the same for the shoulders of the dress.

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  I then added a layer of white for the underside of the chest part and made a collar of lace for the dress. I also added in a zipper for the back with a button on top. Finally I made a full set of granny panties from all of the colors and set them on the table. I had noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Come to think of it Willow didn’t wear any type of underwear either. Does everyone go commando in this world. I didn’t think I would be one of those MC’s that make it rich selling bras and panties but it could be something I pursue in the future.

  I shook out the dress to present it to her and Charlee squealed in delight before she snatched it and ran off towards her room, the panties laid on the table. Charlee must not had noticed them. I turned back in Willows direction and she was smiling at me while holding a brush. She must have been using that to glaze the rabbit with salt since she had already started to roast the rabbit when I gave her the salt. She turned back to her work as I watch her. Indeed it looks like she had made some kind of brine solution and was glazing the roasting rabbit with it.

  Charlee made her way back now dressed in the sundress I had made her. She looked great in it. Her long blond hair matched the dress perfectly. Willow must have looked like this when she was younger. That brought my smile up another level.

  Charlee did a little spin and I saw the bottom bit of something peeking out. I pointed to the items on the table and told her “Charlee, these are also for you. You’re a lady, we can’t have random strangers peeking at you.” Charlee grabbed the top pair and started slipping them on. I turned away to give her some privacy and noticed Willow looking over at the two of us with pink cheeks. She also wasn’t wearing anything and was one of the reasons we got to where we were. If she had been I may have not given in and attacked her. I know that’s just an excuse and I am happy with how things turned out.

  Charlee noticed I was looking away and she stomped her foot to get my attention. I looked back and she had a pout on her face. Maybe it’s just me but the faces of angry children always look so cute to me. She once again gave a twirled and I saw a flash of white. I gave her a thumbs up then moved it down to the side and then back up but then down to the side again. Something was missing. I got up and went over to the fire box and picked up a log. Then I went over to the fabrics again and placed my hand on the white fabric. I used both and created a pair of slippers with wooden soles for her. I then gestured for her to sit on her chair and she hopped on. I took a knee and took one of her legs in hand. Just before I slipped on a slipper I remember that I should have made her some socks. Expending more energy I created the knee high socks directly on her. Then I finally slipped the slippers on and stood up. I gave her a thumbs up. Now she was set.

  Charlee jumped off her chair and gave me a hug, then she ran over to Willow and did a twirl to show off her new cloth. Willow reached out as of to embrace Charlee but stopped mid-way, she looked down and must have noticed she was covered in ash, flour and grease. She settled for a smile and waved for Charlee to move back.

  The rabbit was now cooked and Willow chopped it up into several chunks and divided it up evenly on 3 plates. She also cut the loaf of bread into slices and there was enough for each of us to have 3. I noticed that she took the two smaller end slices for herself. I frowned but didn’t want to upset her good intentions of giving the two of us more. I made a note in my heart to remember this and make it up to her in the future.

  Dinner was great. The rabbit skin was crispy and reminded me of pork belly. The meat itself wasn’t bad. A bit gamey but broke up easily when I chewed. I had read somewhere that rabbit meat was rubbery but this wasn’t the case here. It could just be my wifey’s cooking abilities.

   After dinner was over I tried to make my way back to my room but Willow pulled me towards hers with lust filled eyes. I guess this means that her bedroom is now our bed room.