You get on early and have a drink before take-off, you get off first, and there’s a chance you even get a meal. So there I was, coolly sitting in fi...st class, sipping champagne watching the passengers go by. I’ll admit I’m a people-watcher. I love to watch people and take great delight in the diversity they present. Whether you’re a man or woman, you’ve probably experienced this yourself – an attractive person walks by, you share momentary eye contact and there’s an immediate connection. She. ’ Daniella’s voice was quiet and reserved. She did not even sound like herself. It scared her so much she took a deep breath, needing to calm down. ‘That’s interesting. You seem to have a story behind your current situation. Want to share?’ Daniella wasn’t sure why she felt so comfortable with this strange man. She didn’t know who he was but it was her desperation that caused her to begin to talk. ‘I’m moving away. I have to. I was such an idiot. I hate myself. I thought when I told my mom. The crisping black covering her skin retreated. Pale flesh swept across her skin, growing pink and alive.I landed beside her, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Zanyia!”The cat-girl’s golden eyes fluttered open. I collapsed to my knees beside her. She wasn’t dead. She survived. I seized her and pulled her to my body, burying her face between my breasts. I hugged her tight as my wings fluttered.“Mmm, this is a wonderful thing to wake up to,” Zanyia said, her hands seizing my tits. Her head rubbed. I wanted to hear this, but I also wanted to let her know I wasn't happy."I think you are likely familiar with the Salem witch trials of colonial days?" I acknowledged that I did indeed know of the events. "Well, those days nearly served to singularly destroy the arts of sorcery. A few witches had crossed the line and enacted some undeserving spells and curses. The most unfortunate part was the innocents that became entrapped in the public's crusade."A group of sorcerers and sorceresses from.