“There are no observers,” she said. “If you would watch, you must join. If you would join, you must come as the goddess entered through the gate... of death.”Rebecca caught her breath, torn between her own religious morality and the desire to know. To participate in a surviving witch cult, however, might be more than she wanted to know. She took a deep breath and tried to let it relax her.“You mean naked?” she asked weakly.“Naked, bound, and hobbled, led by a true member of the circle,” Mrs. Weed. But as Amanda came to learn, nothing is perfect, no couple’s life is ideal, and there are always problems of one sort or the other either existing or just round the corner. London in mid-Victorian times was similar to the revolution in the nineteen sixties, it was ‘swinging London,’ but without the Beatles. With their various interests, Samuel and Amanda were right at the heart of the swinging scene. As usual with most ‘swinging scenes,’ sex featured strongly and Victorian London was awash. "I lost my temper, and uncharacteristically flew across the sofa andstarted to punch her on the arm. I don't know what had come over me - I'dnever fought anyone in my life, but I was so full of rage. Bethany foughtback straight away, and threw me to the floor,"Now you're attacking a girl. Real nice stuff, sissyboy," she said, asstood over me.I leapt to my feet again and we started grappling. To my surprise,probably due to just how angry I was, I found myself overpowering her nowas I threw her. "Are you going to invite me in?" Christ, yes! Come on! I'll pour you a beer!" No wine?" But I had to giggle.He squeezed me and went to the little beer bar he'd had them put in for him. Drawing a foamy mug of beer for each of us, he guided me to the couch and sat beside me."Now. What the hell's been going on?" he asked.I sniffed. "You had a child in here, Eric Bjornson!" Huh?... Oh, that damn kid of Gwen's?" Don't give me that 'damn kid' stuff! I'll bet that isn't the way it is at all!"He.