Yeah...she was my teacher way back when. You get that way when you can never have sex."Right, because she'd lose her powers, just like Kate. "So, many...witches are bitchy spinsters?"She looked adoringly at the baby's face. "Pretty much."We had already bought diapers and baby clothes, but skipped formula, as Kate's large boobs had already started to lactate. She brought the baby to one of them and was able to get her to latch on without trouble."Ooh, ha..." Kate gasped. "Feels weird..." Then she. We had become fast friends and felt totally at ease in each other's company, that is if you discount the steamy sexual tension that always existed between us, and that forbidden, almost shameful lust that plagued me during every one of our encounters. Claire was not old enough to be my mother; she had one year on my paternal grandmother! Nevertheless, I loved being in her company but felt confused and guilty sometimes too.Almost from the beginning Claire steered many of our conversation towards. "Oh look, here they are now," Verdé said.Further down the hill below them, twisted shapes were emerging from the trees. They were grotesque Frankenstein's abominations. The creatures looked like they had been roughly stitched together from various mutated body parts. Their skins were a patchwork of pinks, browns and yellows. Misshapen limbs jutted out haphazardly from bodies that ranged from around six to ten feet tall. They bounded up the hill like eager bloodhounds, ropes of thick spittle. ??Sorry?? Corinne said after another desultory half mouthful of bland pasta that refused to be inspired by an equally unremarkable dolce latte and cream sauce, having heard every word but wanting to make him repeat the sentence and hear his disgust once more. ?Who was doing what??Her husband had heaved a big, put upon, sigh, intended to let the world know –had it been interested enough to wish to- what he had to put up with.?Nigel?? he repeated.?What about him?? she asked, loving nothing more.