You hear a strange pulsing beep.

"Dee-dee-dee-dee deep!"

What the fuck is that?

My phone!

She looks away before you can see anything and runs out the bedroom door.

"Dee-dee-dee-dee deep!"

The phone, a twenty-first century smart phone with a screen covering the front, is on the counter in her kitchenette. There's a picture of a cute girl on it with the caption "Trace". She picks it up, slides her thumb across the answer button and holds it to her ear.

"Hi Trace, what's up?"

"I need a big favour, Ken. Tom is taking me camping this weekend and I need to trade shifts with you. I'll do anything – anything!"

She could come over and stick her tongue up your–

"How about we trade shifts? I've got something to do today if it's all right."

"Sure! Look, if you ever need something..."

Pussy! Pussy!

"It's all right; but I'll keep that in mind."

She grins wickedly and ends the call.

I don't need your kibitzing, godling. I now have a full day to get used to using our – my – powers.