The clearing with the spring and the mint was much smaller than she remembered. Maybe she was bigger; maybe she wasn't counting the pool and the brook...this time. The woods were quiet. A few crows called from distant fields. Otherwise, every wild creature could have been sleeping in the heat."Put it down there," she said gesturing at the patch of mint. She bent to help him straighten out the blanket. Then she took the jar of iced tea out of the basket, and put it in the spring where it would. They certainly looked vastly different, in the bright room, and freshly washed. Seeing the alleged 'witch', though, Joerg recoiled in horror. Her hands and feet were mangled so badly, they had to be entirely useless for the poor woman. What he saw of her skin showed burn marks, as did her bald head: they had burnt her hair in the torture chamber. This was something Joerg could not tolerate. He knew cruelty, he knew brutality on the battle field. Torture, however, was something else. It was. No, that wouldn't do it. But liked. Yesliked enough to have no harm done to us, by it or anything. Hamsterspopped into her head again. And be human. Healthy humans. She started tobreathe again, and of course if we could get rich or such too..."Speak now or I turn your boyfriend into a toad!"This shocked her, it was definitely possible considering her hamsterscenarios, thank heavens she'd now worked it out."Okay, okay, I've got it. I want you to make us perfectly likable andhealthy humans so. I could not think about anything but Charlotte for the rest of the day.I met her near her locker and held her books for her while she went into the girl’s bathroom. She was in there quite a while before she came back out. When she did she sure looked good. She had put on some makeup, fixed her hair up in a bun, and rolled her shirt up under her breasts. She had removed her bra too. I smiled as I thought that she looked like a hooker that I had seen on television the night before. Her miniskirt.