Much more muscular, butproportionate. It's not like he became a body builder overnight. How isthis possible? From being super rich, I guess."Why did y...u drug me?" My voice both sounded and felt foreign to me. Icould use that glass of water about now."I didn't. This isn't drugs, Clinton. It's magic. My grandmother wasalways talking about hexes and witchcraft, nobody believed her about anyof it but? she told me that if I held a certain talisman she gave me andit was at a... certain spot and an. “I love you too.” She smiled happily and leaned over him to kiss him. He put his arms around her as they kissed, pressing her to him so hard, as though trying to keep a part of her with him forever. “Oww, that hurts.” She giggled. He loosened his grip a little and laughed. “I don’t want to let you escape again.” “Don’t worry baby, I’m not going anywhere,” she answered reassuringly, looking deep into his eyes. “I won’t hurt you.” He held her to him again and rolled over so that he was now on. I bet she has lace panties and a lace bra underneath.” In a moment that could have been unnerving, John calmly questioned, “Lace panties, huh?” and I could only grin. He already had his hand in my skirt and probably knew the texture of my undergarments. I did like lace. I did like red. I thought they gave me power over a man. I thought they sent a signal that I was alive. And it seemed to work a lot. Unlike Debbie, John and I had partaken of just the right amount of liquid courage. We. Julia explained, "If you do that, from this day on EVERY girl that comes to this house will 'unfortunately' have no transport arranged to get home. You'll have to drive them all, just so they can spend a few more minutes with you." Several girls were noticeably disappointed that Julia had seen through their little plan. "They've all got money, so they can spend a few dollars on a taxi if they don't want to walk. You've got far more important things to do with your time than be taken advantage.