Sabrina asks for help... and receives it

The room still stank of sex and magic. Sabrina’s own scent—musk and ozone—clung to her like a second skin. Her cock, semi-hard and resting against her thigh, was a constant, heavy reminder. It’s a parasite. And it’s hungry again. She **** the thought down. Action. She needed a plan, and she needed someone who wouldn’t be corrupted by proximity. Someone under lock and key.

Ambrose.

She cleared a small space on her cluttered floor, lit a single black candle, and sat before it. The astral projection spell was fragile, but she had to risk it. She focused on her cousin’s face, on his mischievous smirk, on the attic room that was his gilded cage. The chanting words pulled at her spirit, a dizzying, lifting sensation. The physical world—the sticky carpet, the scent of spent lust—faded into a gray haze. Then she was floating, a ghost in Ambrose’s cluttered sanctum.

He was lounging on a velvet chaise, reading a grimoire. He looked up, his eyes widening not with surprise, but with sharp, immediate interest.

“Cousin,” Ambrose drawled, closing the book. “To what do I owe the spectral visit? And why do you look… radiant with chaotic energy?”

“It’s bad, Ambrose. Really bad.” Her voice was a whisper on the astral plane. She explained, in rushed, stark terms: the charm, the transformation, the corrupting spread to their aunts.

He listened, his expression shifting from amusement to clinical fascination. “A self-replicating, desire-based corruption? Deliciously problematic. The magic is anchored in your new appendage, yes? It’s not just part of you; it’s a conduit.”

“How do I cut the conduit?” Sabrina pleaded.

“You don’t cut a thing like that. You need a Counter-Weave, a ritual to unravel the spell at its source. But the ingredients…” He tapped his chin. “Dragon’s Bane pollen, crystallized soul-ash. They’re not in any home apothecary. They’re under lock and key in the Restricted Vault at the Academy.”

The Academy. The last place she wanted to go, looking like this. “Is there another way?”

“Unless you want to spend eternity as a walking, talking orgy-starter, no.” His gaze was pitying. “Go. Be quick. And for Satan’s sake, Sabrina, don’t touch anyone on the way.”

The connection snapped. Sabrina slammed back into her body with a gasp, the candle guttering out. The urgency was a cold knife in her gut. She had to move.

She scavenged for something to wear that might hide the obvious. A frilly black dress from the back of her closet, something Zelda had bought her for a somber family gathering. It was demure, with a high neckline and long sleeves, but it flared at the hips. It would have to do. She pulled it on, the soft fabric brushing against her sensitive, half-hard cock. A shudder of unwanted pleasure went through her. Focus.

She slipped out the back door of the mortuary, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows. Greendale was quiet. She kept her head down, walking fast, sticking to back streets. Every person she saw was a potential catastrophe. She crossed the street to avoid a mailman. She ducked behind a hedge when she heard teenagers laughing.

Her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. The Academy was on the other side of town, in the old quarter. She turned a corner into a narrow, brick-lined service lane, thinking it would be empty.

It wasn’t.

She collided with something solid and unyielding. A grunt of air was knocked from her lungs. She stumbled back, her hands flying out to catch herself.

“Whoa there! Sorry, kid, I didn’t see you—”

Sabrina looked up. And up. The woman she’d bumped into was a giant. A muscular, middle-aged woman in a dark blue Greendale Fire Department t-shirt and sweatpants. She had to be at least six feet tall. Her shoulders were broad, her arms corded with defined muscle that shifted under sun-kissed skin. Short, practical brown hair framed a strong, handsome face currently creased with apology.

“It’s—it’s fine,” Sabrina stammered, taking another step back.

The woman’s apology died on her lips. Her eyes, a warm brown, locked onto Sabrina’s face. Then they glazed over, her pupils blowing wide. A visible tremor went through her powerful frame. Sabrina watched, horrified and fascinated, as the woman’s nipples hardened into two distinct, tight points against the soft cotton of her shirt. They were large, the areolas visibly pebbled.

“Oh,” the firefighter breathed, the word a husky exhalation. Her chest heaved. “Oh, wow.”

The familiar, invasive magic pulsed from Sabrina’s groin. It reached out, a tangible wave of addictive, lustful energy. Sabrina felt her own cock surge to full, painful erection beneath her dress, the fabric tenting obscenely. A wet spot of pre-cum instantly bloomed on the black material.

The woman’s nostrils flared. She inhaled deeply, as if tasting the air. “What… what is that?” she murmured, not to Sabrina, but to herself. Her hand drifted to her own stomach, then lower, pressing against the front of her sweatpants. “You… you smell incredible. Like… like a fire in my blood.”

“You need to go,” Sabrina said, her voice tight. “Please. Just walk away.”

“I can’t,” the woman moaned, taking a step closer. The raw need on her face was terrifying. It mirrored what she’d seen in Zelda, in Hilda. The corruption was reaching out, and it had found a new, powerfully built host. “My skin… it’s on fire. I’m so wet. I can feel it dripping.” She grabbed Sabrina’s wrist with a calloused, strong hand. The grip was iron, but not threatening—****. “Please. You have to help me. You have to fix this ache.”

The magic roared in Sabrina’s ears, a siren song of conquest. Ambrose’s warning was drowned out by the throbbing in her cock and the sight of this magnificent, powerful woman brought to her knees by desire. One more. Just one more. She wants it. Look at her.

Sabrina’s resistance crumbled. She glanced around. The service lane was still empty. A foul-smelling dumpster sat in an alcove a few yards away. “Here,” Sabrina growled, pulling the dazed woman by the wrist. “Now.”

She shoved the firefighter back against the rough brick wall beside the dumpster. The woman went willingly, a low, hungry sound escaping her throat. Sabrina didn’t waste time. She hiked up the frilly skirt of her own dress, freeing her thick, weeping cock. The late afternoon sun glinted off the slick head.

“Yes,” the firefighter panted, her own hands fumbling with the waistband of her sweatpants. She pushed them and her plain cotton underwear down her powerful thighs in one rough motion.

Her cunt was exposed. It was a stark contrast to her muscular physique: a thatch of neatly trimmed brown curls, framing outer lips that were already puffy and flushed a deep rose. They glistened, soaked with her arousal, which had darkened the fabric of her underwear. The scent of her—clean sweat and a sharp, feminine tang—hit Sabrina, mixing with the alley’s garbage and the magic’s sweetness.

“Hurry,” the woman begged, spreading her legs wider. Her thighs were solid, sculpted from years of labor. She hooked one leg around Sabrina’s hip, pulling her closer. “Put it in. God, please, put it in me.”

Sabrina braced one hand against the cool brick beside the woman’s head. With the other, she guided her cock. The broad crown nudged against the firefighter’s soaked entrance. It was scalding hot. Sabrina pushed forward.

The woman’s head slammed back against the wall with a thud. A ragged, grateful cry tore from her throat. “FUCK!”

Sabrina sheathed herself in one relentless, deep thrust. The woman’s cunt was a revelation—tight beyond belief, a vice of powerful, inner muscle that clenched around her invading girth with immediate, pulsating ****. It was different from her aunts’ softer heat; this was a strong, athletic channel, gripping her like a fist.

“Oh… oh, yes,” the firefighter sobbed, her abdominal muscles quivering. “So big. Stretching me… filling me.” Her hands grabbed Sabrina’s ass, her fingers digging into the flesh, pulling her deeper. “Don’t you dare go slow. Fuck me. I can take it.”

Sabrina obeyed. She drew back and drove in again, setting a brutal, pounding pace. Her hips slammed into the woman’s muscular thighs with each thrust. The wet, slapping sounds echoed off the brick and metal of the dumpster. The woman’s body, so strong and solid, absorbed the impact, rocking against the wall with each powerful drive.

“Harder! Like that!” she grunted, her face a mask of ecstasy. Her breasts, large and heavy in her sports bra, bounced with each impact. Her nipples were visible, hard peaks straining against the fabric. “Your cock… it’s fucking magic. I can feel it… sparking inside me.”

Sabrina fucked her with a frenzied, **** strength. The friction was immense, a blazing trail along her entire shaft. She could feel every ridge and contour of the woman’s gripping cunt, the way it milked her, trying to pull the orgasm from her balls. Pre-cum and the firefighter’s copious juices mixed, frothing around the base of her pistoning cock, dripping down the woman’s powerful thighs.

The woman’s cries grew louder, guttural, unfiltered. “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come on your magic dick! Make me come!”

The demand, the sheer visceral power of the woman meeting her thrust for thrust, pushed Sabrina over the edge. The pressure in her balls crested. “Cumming!” she roared.

She buried herself to the hilt, crushing the woman against the brick as her orgasm exploded. Her cock convulsed, pumping jet after hot jet of cum deep into the clenching, athletic channel. The woman screamed, her own climax triggered by the scalding flood. Her cunt clamped down in rhythmic, punishing spasms, milking Sabrina dry. Her leg tightened around Sabrina’s waist, her entire powerful body shuddering violently.

Sabrina slumped against her, spent, her cock still pulsing weakly inside the incredible heat. The firefighter’s breath was hot and ragged against her neck. Her strong arms wrapped around Sabrina, holding her close.

“That was…” the woman panted, her voice dazed, already shifting back to something more coherent than mindless lust. “I’ve never… what are you?”

The firefighter’s strong arms loosened their hold. Her breathing began to even out from ragged gasps to deep, satisfied pulls. The haze in her warm brown eyes cleared a fraction, replaced by a dazed, post-coital wonder. She shifted slightly, Sabrina’s softening cock slipping from her well-used cunt with a thick, wet sound.

“Leah,” the woman murmured, her voice a low, smoky rumble. “My name’s Leah.”

Sabrina blinked, still braced against the brick wall. The name made it real. Leah. A person. Not just a firefighter, not just a conduit. The magic in her groin gave a lazy, possessive throb, as if claiming the name for itself.

“Sabrina,” she managed to reply, her own voice hoarse.

A slow, powerful smile spread across Leah’s handsome face. She looked down between their bodies, at the mess of fluids glistening on her muscular thighs and Sabrina’s dress. “Sabrina,” she repeated, tasting the name. “That was… fuck.” Her smile turned wicked, hungry again, but with a sharp, conscious edge the aunts had lost. “Can I... I want more...”

Before Sabrina could protest, Leah moved. Her hands, calloused and sure, gripped Sabrina’s shoulders and spun her around. With a strength that was startling, she walked Sabrina backward, away from the wall, into the open, grimy center of the service lane. The asphalt was littered with gravel and stained with old oil.

“What are you—?”

“Lie down,” Leah said, her voice leaving no room for argument. Her eyes were bright, charged with a sexual energy that made Sabrina’s cunt clench and her cock twitch back to full, aching hardness. “I want to ride that magic dick properly. I want to see your face when I take it.”

The magic buzzed its approval. Sabrina’s resistance was a ghost, here and gone. She let herself be guided down, the rough asphalt biting into her back through the thin dress. Leah stood over her for a moment, a powerful silhouette against the late afternoon sky. Then she kicked her sweatpants and underwear the rest of the way off her ankles.

Naked from the waist down, Leah was a vision of raw, feminine power. Her legs were sculpted pillars, her stomach a defined plane of muscle that quivered with anticipation. Her cunt, a lush, dark-framed spectacle, was swollen and glistening, Sabrina’s cum already beginning to leak from its stretched entrance.

“Watch,” Leah commanded.

She knelt, straddling Sabrina’s hips. Her strong hands wrapped around Sabrina’s thick, upright cock, positioning the slick, purple head right at her soaked opening. She didn’t lower herself slowly. She sank down in one smooth, controlled, devastating motion.

“Ohhh, hell yes,” Leah groaned, her head falling back, the cords of her neck standing out.

Sabrina cried out. The angle was deeper, more profound. Leah’s weight pinned her to the ground, and the powerful woman’s internal muscles clenched around her with a conscious, rhythmic pressure, a milking pulse that started at the base of Sabrina’s shaft and traveled all the way to the tip. Leah began to move, not with frantic desperation, but with a deliberate, rolling grind of her hips. Her strong thighs flexed as she lifted herself almost completely off, then sank back down, taking every inch.

“You feel that?” Leah panted, looking down at Sabrina, her eyes locked on hers. “You feel how tight I am? How I’m squeezing you?” She rotated her hips, grinding Sabrina’s cock against a spot deep inside that made stars burst behind Sabrina’s eyelids. “This cunt was made for a hard fuck. And your dick… it’s fucking perfect.”

The praise, the sheer ownership in Leah’s tone, sent a jolt of pure heat through Sabrina. Her hands flew to Leah’s hips, finding the hard curves of bone beneath taut skin. She gripped them, not to control, but to feel the powerful muscles working as Leah rode her.

“Faster,” Sabrina begged, her thumbs digging into Leah’s flesh.

Leah obeyed. Her pace shifted from a deep grind to a fierce, pounding bounce. Her full, heavy breasts, confined in her sports bra, jounced violently with each downstroke. Her ass, a firm, rounded curve, slapped against Sabrina’s thighs with each descent, the sound sharp in the quiet alley. Sabrina watched, mesmerized, as her cock vanished repeatedly into the gripping, flushed heat of Leah’s cunt, the outer lips stretched into a glistening ring around her shaft.

The pleasure built, a coiling, electric tension in Sabrina’s balls and deep in her own dripping cunt. Leah’s face was a masterpiece of strain and ecstasy—teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut, then flying open, wild and demanding.

A new, sharper urge cut through the pleasurable fog. It wasn’t the magic’s whispering demand. This was darker, more visceral, rising from Sabrina’s own raw nerves. A need to mark, to claim this powerful woman who was mastering her so completely.

As Leah leaned forward, bracing her hands on Sabrina’s shoulders for leverage, Sabrina’s grip on her hips tightened. With a guttural sound, she pulled, yanking Leah down off-balance so the woman fell forward, catching herself on her elbows on either side of Sabrina’s head.

Their faces were inches apart. Leah’s breath was hot and sweet. Her sweat dripped onto Sabrina’s cheeks.

“What—?” Leah started.

Sabrina didn’t let her finish. She surged up, her mouth finding the strong column of Leah’s throat. She didn’t kiss. She bit. Her teeth sank into the sweat-salted skin, not a gentle nip, but a deep, claiming pressure.

Leah froze. Then a shattered, broken moan vibrated against Sabrina’s lips. “Yesss…”

Sabrina bit down harder. The skin yielded. A coppery, hot tang flooded her mouth—bright, metallic, and profoundly intimate. Blood. Leah’s blood. The taste was a lightning bolt to her system. Her hips bucked upward, driving her cock impossibly deeper as she swallowed the tiny, sacred trickle.

Leah convulsed above her, her cunt clamping down in a series of brutal, rhythmic spasms. “Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screamed, her body shaking violently, her neck still locked in Sabrina’s teeth.

The violent clamping of Leah’s orgasm tore Sabrina’s own release from her. She ripped her mouth free from Leah’s throat, a smear of red on her lips, and roared as her cock erupted. The orgasm was different—sharper, more vicious, laced with the iron taste on her tongue. Jet after hot jet of cum pumped into Leah’s pulsating depths, flooding her, claiming her in a way that felt more absolute than any magic.

Leah collapsed on top of her, a dead weight of muscle and shuddering pleasure. Sabrina held her, her own body twitching through the aftershocks, her mouth pressed against the bloody bite mark on Leah’s neck, licking gently at the wound.

“Sabrina…” Leah mumbled into her hair, her voice utterly spent, yet filled with a strange, reverent awe. “You… you bit me.”

Leah’s blood was a live wire on her tongue. Sabrina lay beneath the woman’s powerful, shuddering weight, licking gently at the small puncture on her neck. The taste—metallic, vital, deeply intimate—didn’t fade. It amplified. A strange, buzzing clarity shot through Sabrina’s veins, sharper than the magical fog. Her senses dialed up to a painful intensity. She could smell the oil on the asphalt, the tang of Leah’s sweat, the unique musk of her own drying cum. But more than that, she could feel… a presence.

It was Leah. Not just her body, but the humming energy of her thoughts, a low-frequency thrum of satiation, awe, and a dawning, **** craving for more.

‘…so good… she marked me… want her to do it again… want her to fuck me until I can’t walk…’

The words formed in Sabrina’s mind as clearly as if Leah had spoken them. Sabrina stiffened.

“Leah?” she whispered against the wound.

Leah nuzzled into her hair. “Mmm?”

‘Say my name again…’ the thought-voice sighed.

Sabrina concentrated, focusing on that psychic connection. A wild, reckless idea bloomed. She pushed a single, clear thought back, not as a suggestion, but as a command.

Get off me. Sit up.

Leah’s body jerked as if electrocuted. In one smooth, powerful motion, she pushed herself up off Sabrina’s body, kneeling astride her hips. Her expression was blank for a second, then her warm brown eyes refocused, locking onto Sabrina’s with unnerving intensity. A wide, eager smile spread across her face.

“Better?” Leah asked, her voice throaty. “Didn’t want to crush you.”

Sabrina’s heart hammered against her ribs. It worked. I just… She pushed another thought, a question this time. What do you want right now?

“I want to make you feel good,” Leah answered instantly, her hands coming to rest on her own muscular thighs. “I want to suck your cock until you scream. I want you to use my mouth. My cunt. Anything.” The words were fervent, worshipful, but her eyes held that same glazed devotion Zelda and Hilda had. Yet Leah was conscious, compliant. Sabrina was piloting her.

The power was intoxicating. A heady rush that rivaled the magic in her groin. Her cock, still slick and semi-hard from their fucking, gave a hearty twitch against Leah’s damp ass. You’re a rugby player, Sabrina thought, probing the connection. Images flashed—a muddy field, the smell of grass, the crush of bodies, a triumphant roar.

“Yeah,” Leah breathed, her smile turning proud. “Forward for Greendale Ladies. Got a match later tonight, actually.” A flicker of her old self surfaced, a scheduling conflict in the haze of lust. “But I can skip it. For you.”

No, Sabrina thought, the plan crystallizing. A rugby team. Strong, athletic women. You’re going to take me to it. After.

“After?” Leah’s head tilted, a perfect pupil.

Sabrina sat up, the rough ground scraping her back. The psychic link felt like a taut wire, vibrating with Leah’s willing submission. She needed to test its limits. The magic in her cock pulsed, a greedy echo. It wanted to spread. This new power… it could direct the spread. Controlled corruption.

She looked toward the mouth of the service lane. Greendale was waking up to evening. A lone figure passed the alley entrance—a boy, skinny, dressed in a navy blazer and slacks over a white shirt. A school uniform. He was maybe eighteen, with an angular face and a distracted air, scrolling on his phone.

Leah, Sabrina thought, her mental voice dropping to a vicious, tempting purr. You see that boy?

Leah’s gaze snapped to the alley entrance. “The kid in the blazer?”

He’s pretty. I want to watch you with him.

A tremor went through Leah’s powerful frame. Confusion, then a swift, overwhelming rewrite of desire. Her lesbian identity, a core part of her, was gently pushed aside by Sabrina’s compelling will, replaced by a sudden, all-consuming focus on the slender boy. Her nipples hardened again against her sports bra.

“I… I want him,” Leah said, the words tasting new and thrilling on her lips. “I want to taste him. I want him inside me.”

Then go get him. Bring him here. And be… enthusiastic.

Leah moved with panther-like grace. She stood, completely unselfconscious about her nakedness from the waist down, the glistening evidence of Sabrina dripping down her thighs. She strode toward the alley entrance, her muscular legs eating up the distance.

Sabrina scrambled to her feet, pulling her dress down to hide her own arousal. She pressed herself into the shadowed alcove by the dumpster, watching.

Leah reached the boy just as he was about to pass. She touched his arm. He jumped, fumbling his phone.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” Leah said, her voice all smoky warmth. Sabrina could feel the psychic push—waves of compelling attraction, of safe, exciting promise.

The boy—Tommy, his name surfaced from Leah’s snatched perception—stammered. “N-no, it’s fine, I was just…” His words died as he took in the stunning, half-dressed woman before him. His eyes widened, darting from her face to her impressive chest, down to the shocking V of exposed, curly-haired flesh. A dark flush crept up his neck.

“I’m Leah,” she said, stepping closer, invading his space. She smelled of sex and sweat and power. “I was just… cooling off after a workout. Saw you walking. You look like you could use an adventure.”

“I… I’m Tommy. I’m eighteen,” he blurted, as if his age was a necessary credential.

Leah’s laugh was a low, thrilling sound. “I know.” Her hand, calloused and strong, slid down his arm to take his hand. “Come with me, Tommy. Just for a minute. I want to show you something.” The pull was irresistible, both psychic and physical. He let her lead him, stumbling slightly, into the dimness of the service lane.

She brought him to the center, near the oil stains. “Here’s good,” she murmured, turning to face him. Without hesitation, her hands went to the buckle of his belt. He made a small, strangled sound.

“Shhh,” Leah soothed, working the leather open. “It’s okay. I want this. Do you want this, Tommy? Your first time?”

“H-how did you—?”

“I can tell.” She got his belt open, popped the button on his slacks, tugged the zipper down. Her fingers slipped inside, finding him. He was already hard, a slender, pale length trapped in his briefs. A choked gasp escaped him as her hand wrapped around him. “Oh, you’re perfect,” Leah breathed, and Sabrina felt the genuine thrill that coursed through Leah at the feel of him—a new texture, a new submission to orchestrate. She guided his cock out into the cool air.

Tommy was trembling, his hands fluttering at his sides. “I don’t… I don’t know what to do.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Leah said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Just watch.” She sank to her knees on the dirty asphalt, her powerful thighs spreading. She didn’t pause. She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Tommy cried out, a sharp, stunned sound. His hands flew to her short hair, not pushing, just gripping for balance. Leah hummed around him, the vibration making his knees buckle. Sabrina watched, her own cunt throbbing in sync with the scene. Leah’s technique was confident, exploratory. She swirled her tongue around his small, flared head, tasting the clean, salty pre-cum that beaded there. She took him deeper, her lips stretching into a tight O around his narrow shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

“Oh my god… oh my god…” Tommy chanted, his hips giving tiny, involuntary jerks.

Leah pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening crown. “You taste good,” she growled, the words foreign and exciting to her. “But I want you somewhere else.” She rose, pushing his slacks and briefs down to his ankles. “Turn around. Bend over. Hold onto that dumpster.”

Dazed, Tommy obeyed, presenting his skinny backside. Leah stepped close behind him, one hand guiding his cock, the other spreading her own soaked, swollen lips. She was so wet, Sabrina’s cum mixing with her own arousal, creating a slick, ready channel. Leah positioned his tip at her entrance.

“Ready?” she asked, her voice thick.

“Yes! Please!”

She sank onto him, taking his entire length in one smooth, deep stroke. Tommy shouted, his fingers scrabbling against the metal dumpster. Leah’s head fell back, a moan tearing from her throat. ‘So different… so tight and hot inside me… filling me…’ her thoughts broadcast to Sabrina.

Leah began to move, setting a slow, rocking rhythm that made her full breasts sway. Her hands gripped Tommy’s narrow hips. “That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice shaking. “You feel so good inside me, Tommy. Your first cock, buried in my cunt.”

His responses were fragmented whimpers and gasps. “It’s… it’s amazing… you’re so tight…”

“Fuck me harder,” Leah demanded, and he tried, his thrusts growing more confident, pushing her forward with each drive. The slap of their joining flesh echoed—the softer smack of her ass against his bony hips. Leah reached between her own legs, rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles as he fucked her. “I’m gonna come… make me come on your virgin cock…”

Tommy’s breathing became ragged, frantic. “I’m… I can’t hold it…”

“Don’t hold it,” Leah commanded, slamming back against him. “Cum inside me. Fill me up. Now.”

With a broken cry, Tommy stiffened, his skinny body convulsing. Leah ground against him, milking him through his climax, her own orgasm hitting a second later. She threw her head back and screamed, a raw, triumphant sound, her cunt clenching around his pulsing cock, drawing out every last drop.

She held him there, both of them panting, until he softened and slipped out. Turning, she kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. “Thank you,” she whispered, sincere in her corrupted bliss.

Tommy just nodded, shell-shocked, fumbling to pull his clothes up.

Leah left him there, staggering slightly on her powerful legs, and walked back to Sabrina’s shadow. Her eyes were blazing with adoration. “Did I do good?” she panted, a trickle of Tommy’s cum already tracing a path down her inner thigh.

Sabrina reached out, cupping her cheek, the psychic link singing with triumph. “You were perfect,” she said aloud. Now, she thought, the image of a rugby pitch clear in her mind. Take me to your match.