"A witch," I said, "I thought males witches were called warlocks." Makes no difference what you call 'em," he said, "it's the magic that's important."... waited not saying anything in case I upset him, I've still got to live here for a long time yet and with a mad man too."Do you want to hear about it?" he asked."Sure," I agreed."I've always had the power," he said, "could spin a coin on the bar for hours, then I met Jen."He was quiet for some time I suppose he was thinking about this girl. ....STOP!...Then in the morning to wake, slightly damp and sticky in various placesbut ever so warm, in the arms of the dear hirsute one; yourself a beautywhere once you were the beast. A fragile lily ensconced and protectedfrom harshness......I give up...So I may now more convincingly ask: DO you WANT this!? If this lastDescription of mine doesn't scare you off, nothing will!Some of you are just such gluttons for punishment...Speaking of the "punisher" herself, I still can't believe some of. That is, within the concept of that day and age.Then there was a brief history of being a road-house, with the girls taking second place to the running of very bad liquor. During Prohibition, it was often harder to cage a drink than it was to find a willing girl... As so often happened in the late Twenties, the speak-easy existence attracted a cartel of gangsters, and by the time of Repeal, Club Royale -- then known as Foxtail's -- was a integral part of a chain of such hootch outlets, and it. Today, though, it seemed that Dawn and Samantha were far more flustered and nervous than the new girls wanting to make the squad, and Charlotte..."Hmm," Emily said wonderingly. She saw her best friends Michelle and Donna at the side of the bleachers. Donna was stretching, and had a hard, determined look on her pretty face – far different than the confused, lost look she'd had just the day before at their last informal practice. Michelle, on the other hand, was her usual scatterbrained self,.