All rights reserved except the following: Permission given to a reader to download one copy for personal use. Permission is given to Fictionmania to p...st this story at its site. Other free sites would probably get permission, also.Note: for the 'hero' part of the SRU Wizard please see "Evil Witch Harvest of Hate," and "The Trial." The Power of TearsBy Norman O. Johnson and shalimarWhen I wrote "The Evil Witch" I had in mind that "I" would have become pregnant in April of 2001. That would mean. "I'm going after him!" Riggan strode toward the edge of the forest, tall and somehow godlike in the morning light. "Mak is going to need help, capturing Norgan and his men and bringing them back here."Kinna watched as Riggan and Jewel argued, the dark woman maintaining that Mak was fully capable of taking care of himself and wouldn't need any help."If I have to, I'll go by myself!" Riggan set his jaw, the picture of stubborn strength. "He saved my life, and I owe it to him." All right, then,". She shook the bottle andopened it. That smell of polish wafted up into my nose. The smell wasequally intoxicating, and I could not hide my erotic response."Ohhhhhh. You really DO like nail polish, don't you, you naughty girl."She smiled.She slide her hand underneath my fingers and took her time applying thepolish, occasionally using her own nails to wipe away a slight mistake.She was really skilled with the brush and because she took her time withthis, it took a while. Then she untied my ankles. He threw his head back and gasped from the bee like stinging.She repeated the swipe an inch lower, same reaction. Her expertise with thewhip showed as she allowed only the tips of the strands to touch his skin.Over and over his entire back and buttocks received the continuous, unyieldingattention. When every inch of his back, buttocks and thighs were covered withred stripes, she ceased. Then she walked around front. She was far from through with him. Coolly, shewalked over to her toys and took.