The one that appeared to be the middle one also had a scar. It looked like an animal had clawed his face. There were four pink scars down the entire r...ght side of his face. He stepped towards her. “This is her?” his tone said he wasn’t impressed. Micah nodded as he cut a square piece off her cloak. The youngest one stared her up and down. “You are the deadly Little Red Riding Hood?” There was so much anger in his voice he practically spit it at her. “How do you know who I am?” she snapped. The sadness emanating from her was palpable. Again he felt guilty. He should know how to help her but he didn't. Katerina had withdrawn after the double funeral and he couldn't reach her anymore. A touch of panic ripped through him. He was losing her and he was powerless to stop it. All the success, all the money wouldn't help him now... And then the indomitable part of him awoke. He might have to lose her, but it wouldn't be without a fight. He threw back the covers and went to her."Kat..."Her. He peeped through the frosted glass and could make out the shape of awoman standing at his door. He opened it and looked out at a beautifulblond woman, about 5'6" tall. She introduced herself as Alison and herelaxed as she was the one that he had been waiting for. He let her walkpast and then locked up the front door. They sat down and talked over aglass of white wine, before he told her that he needed to finish gettingready for the evening. She smiled and he walked upstairs to get ready -he. " "Hmm...", Ann tone was thoughtful. "So... how many wishes do Iget, Gene? The customary three?" Ann's question, or so she presumed, triggered yet another briefduration, rigid, image-overlay whatever- you-want-to-call-it of a fit toinvest itself upon her blonde haired, blue eyed, amply endowed, haremgirl- clad, jinn femme fatale of once upon a short time ago of ahusband. "No, Misss... - Ann!", Gene replied once the seizure had comeand gone, "You are not constrained to a.