" As I walked the circle, I pictured air blowing away all evil spirits, malignant influences, and old magic. When I circled back to the north, I repla...ed the bell and then continued walking to the west.I picked up the cup of water. Walking the circle, I used my finger to spread drops of water. "May the elemental power of water purify this circle." I pictured water washing away all badness. After that, I lit the candle in the south and then walked the circle picturing fire burning up all evil.. "Well, you won't hear any objections from me," I said."Great," she said."So -- can I stay the night?" I asked her."Tonight? Oh, no! No, not yet. I haven't broken up with my boyfriend yet." Couldn't we -- get started, and you could break up with him tomorrow?" No. That won't work. I would never sleep with two guys at the same time. I wouldn't sleep with you until we've broken up." Maybe you could phone him," I said, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. My momentary excitement at the prospect. It was surreal; I was fucking the object of most of my fantasies, the woman that teased me out of puberty…my Aunt Liz.She reached between us, forcing her fingers to the top of her cunt while I continued to pound, my balls slapping against her ass. Still she stared directly into my eyes, never blinking until she convulsed, her breathing almost stopped, and her eyes rolled back into her head for a split second.She smiled at me and said, “keep fucking baby, let me know when you are ready”.My body. Strewn about were colourful bolsters and piles of cushions. Also, two water beds. Apart from these, there were easy chairs, stools and tables. Not to mention a huge cocktail cabinet. The walls were d****d with heavy curtains and Quentin pulled a cord on one wall and the curtain slid back to reveal a full-length mirror. The ceiling, too, was one whole mirror.“It’s fun to see yourself . . . as others see you,” said Quentin pontifically. “At least, I think so . . .”The little party moved on. It is.