She'd been a little hurt and insulted the firsttime I told her in the bedroom that I couldn't care less what kind ofundergarments she wore. Thinking b...ck, it had been pretty stupid; I laterfound out that she had spent that afternoon shopping to find something shethought I'd like. I'd felt guilty for days after that.I coughed and tried to backpedal. "Well, I read an article in Women'sMagazine that said most men don't take the time to compliment their wiveson how good they look in the bedroom,. "You're right, Michael. You will change. I'm going to see to it right now."A puzzled look crossed Michael's face."You see, Michael, I am a witch. I have been hiding this fact from you ever since we met. I wanted our relationship to be normal. I tried, Michael, but you cheated. You violated our vows. And now you will pay. I am tired of being made a fool of."Before Michael could react, she pointed her finger at him, the same finger that just minutes earlier held the purple bra, and chanted a few. "I feel bad now." You're full of crap, Lexie," Tiffany busted her, glancing at her. "I love you anyway," she said before hugging Lexie.My eyes widened, and I shook a bit too. 'Now that's hot, go ahead, kiss Lexie too, babe, I don't mind.'"You weren't supposed to show up for a half hour, but again, I love you." I love you too, in a BFF kind of way to be clear," Lexie mentioned, prior to peeking at me. "How are you, Jason?" Fine," I muttered with my hands over my crotch. "I'll let you two have. It was the unforgettable sound of brittle moans, different in tone and from their pitch – they were feminine. As we approached down the zig-zagged corridor, it was two voices, soft and clearly experiencing pleasure. Awash with anticipation and excitement, I struggled to put the situation together. Who exactly was it? I worked out what they might be doing but how were they doing it? Suffused with hope, maybe it was Nina in there. I felt my hurried blood coursing through me, the flutter of.