" "Cool."A portrait of the Fag-Hag from decades ago smiled down on the two-somefrom the bedroom wall. Some oil painting of the woman set inside this...olden frame, showing the lady when she really was a fashion modelinstead of a witchy old crone. Too bad for some bad boys - she actuallyknew the spell book!Gone: Were two fun-loving rogue males, making a sport out of seducing themany, vulnerable females who entered this occult bookstore. Replaced by:Two determined romantic hopefuls, so made over. Sometimes though on a cold and lonely night he found himself thinking back on all those times with his wife. They had been childhood sweethearts until she eventually decided that now that they were older but not necessarily wiser they did not really have that much in common any moreHe found himself coming back to his idea every once in awhile. Truthfully it was a very dangerous idea and one that could easily get him fired and quite probably end up with several lawsuits being leveled against. "Megan! I didn't expect to see you here. How are you?"I expected her to be excited to see me. Instead, her face turned suddenly pale and deflated. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?" I asked. She feigned a smile. "Of course I am, Derek. It's just that ..." she turned her head back toward the bar and looked down. "I think I'm your date for tonight." My date?" I thought to myself. Then it hit me. When I realized it was Megan at the bar I just assumed I was mistaken about her. Their happiness made my Happy-mess a whole revel- level greater as temperatures climbed in all regards.The sisters knew of no sins on earth; there was no guilt for any past wrong doing. That just didn’t happen for them. Maybe that fact coupled with warmer weather made their whole world right. I certainly didn’t understand all the nuts and bolts of their existence because my expertise ended with a good knowledge of how to make love with them. But warmer weather made it seem less important for me.