And I was when he was holding me tight in his arms, when his dark eyes were locked on mine and when his deep, confident voice cast a velvety mantle ov...r us, wrapping us up tightly, making it impossible for anyone or anything to come between us.It was the moments when we were apart that I worried. I was naked and unsure without his shroud of certainty.As I stood contemplating my concerns, the cloak dropped over me. One hand slid around my waist, the other across my décolleté, and they pulled me. May it serve me well. May it never turn in my hand. May no one ever take it from me."I was starting to feel somewhat tired, but I again restored my concentration and gathered more manna. I arose and recast the circle, this time using my athame to inscribe the pentagrams and arcs. Sitting back down, I removed a piece of paper and a roll of cellophane tape from my school supplies.I pricked my left index finger with the athame and, using a toothpick and my blood, drew a crude self-portrait. As I. He wordlessly helped her set the equipment and then resumed his restless pacing as she went back for a video camera. “I usually just make notes,” she explained to an unheeding audience, “but this may get complicated.”“You got any clue what happened, Maggie?” he asked as she was finishing the connection that would coordinate the audio and video records. “A guess even?”“Not now,” she admitted. She looked out at the formidable sea-wall and the tall fencing closing off the harbor entrance. “I don’t. “He isn’t, all the time I’ve been here and he hasn’t abused me once! I don’t know what you think he is, but to me he’s a lot better than my daddy, in fact I call him daddy John.” She told the surprised officer.He looked from Tania to me and then to Sonja. “I don’t understand . . . I mean a magistrate wouldn’t tell lies, would he.”Sonja shook her head, “You should know by now that everyone lies about things, why should his position mean that he’s any different. Now why did you come back here?”.