You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do. What am I?” he continues.“Tricky, tricky,” the young witch says, rolling her eyes. “The...trick has to be in what word I use, right?” She looks at him for confirmation.”“These are simple riddles,” he says. “A five year old can answer these.”“Must be some dirty little boys then...” A smile comes over her face. “It’s a pussy!”“Wrong?”“What?”“That’s two down, one to go,” the sphinx warns.“You’re just not playing fair,” she argues.“It is a tent,”. “When it happens, it happens buddy.” “It happens,” I whisper as I tilt his chin so he looks at me, then slowly kiss his soft warm lips, “now,” I saw after our lips part and smile. He stares at me for what seems life forever. My hands slip down his back, under his black t-shirt, and start to finally feel that soft skin. He lets out a sigh.“I love you so much Cam,” he breathes, his arms around my neck as he pulls me in for another kiss. Stopping short, he winks, “This is how we make out.”Out. Slipping it over her head Misha watched as her beautiful body disappeared inside the soft pale material, telling her, ‘You have to eat, I have to eat, we can eat together.’ Slipping her feet into the sandals she looked at him for a moment, ‘OK sugar, you can watch, then feed me. I’ll write down the address as I leave, we start rehearsals about five, see you there.’ and then she was gone, the smell of hot sex lingering behind, the small bedroom feeling empty without her strong presence, quiet. Or possibly even hundreds of thousands of years. Deborah had given her son eternal youth and eternal life. She thought it was a wonderful gift.Mark did not feel that way. He hated being small and watching all his friends grow taller, while he stayed the same size. He pleaded with his mother to let him grow older, just like all his friends. But she had refused. She had given her son a precious gift, and wasn?t going to throw it away. But Mark would soon be 18 years old. She knew that she could.