"At least it isn't pink..." Taylor muttered as he grabbed his duffel bagand headed out of the room.Descending the stairs, Taylor saw that Aunt Agnes w...s in the midst ofanother nail appointment with Deb, and Taylor waved as he headed towardsthe door."I'm off to practice, I'll be back later!" Taylor shouted."Have fun, Taylor!" Aunt Agnes replied as Taylor walked out the frontdoor, shutting the door behind him.Deb did a double take at the door, before turning to Aunt Agnes andopening her mouth. I’ll meet your Gramps if you’ll let me. I already want to be your friend.”“Come to Highland Drugs, my Gramps is Oliver Jones.”“I know where that is. When did you say you got your scooter? It looks new.“I got it three years ago, I’ve wanted one since I was a little girl and finally got it when I turned fifteen. I love riding it with my friends. We ride without panties so the wind can tickle us between our legs. I hope I can get a big Harley like yours one day. I hear you roar down the street in. My toes begin to wiggle and squirm, violently. It hurts badly.Feels like I'm tearing apart. I grab the sides of the wooden tub. Iwince in pain. I open my eyes again. My legs are splitting apart! Frommy former toes, right up to my thighs along those vertical seams. Witheach twitch, my throbbing legs break apart even further. Like a fistopening up into a palm. I can see little cups opening right where mylegs are spreading.My legs finally stopped coming apart. I was breathing heavily. My bodyfelt. She directed the driver to take us to Montparnasse.“Why are we going there, love?”“To pay for our trip.”“What do you mean?”“Honey I’m a witch, not an alchemist. I’m going to buy a painting. With our knowledge of our times, I can pick up a painting by Picasso or Chagall for next to nothing and when we get back home resell it to finance our next adventures. So far some trinkets I brought back from Egypt have been the source of money for our adventures.”The taxi deposited us at the café ‘La.