Two empty storage closets offered possibilities. A wooden benchbetween two supports looked uncomfortable. She cringed at the thought ofspending much t...me there. Hearing the lawn mower stop Samantha walked outside.Peaches had done a good job of cutting the grass before producing a clean edgearound the flowerbeds. Actually there were only ill tended roses. ?Get rid ofthe weeds before you trim each of those bushes.?Peaches looked up, startled. ?How???Don?t be a dummy. Cut off the deadstalks so the. ." She took my hand and put it on her breast. "Why even a boy in high school might grab me and unbutton my blouse."I needed no further encouragement, but I knew I shouldn't rush it so I let my hands work slowly as our eyes met and held."Why Darin Taylor, I do believe you are a naughty boy," she smiled as with a slight pull the blouse came off her shoulders and dropped at her feet. "Do you intend to take advantage of a lonely married woman? If so, my bra clasp is in the back."Within seconds the. She couldn’t even say anything – she just sat there staring, drinking in the fact that he was there, on her porch. Wow! It had been a very long time since she’d seen him in person. How did he affect her so much? That thought made her angry. ‘I don’t get affected by men,’ she told herself. It was true. Five years and she had never even kissed anyone, at least until the current person in her life. She had shut down that part of her, and it felt good to have that kind of control and independence.. Witches everywhere cringe.” After a quiet, grandma chuckle, the old crone waved her staff again. A fire emerged between them, and Beatrice shrieked as she jumped back. She hadn’t shrieked like that in literal decades. “Calm down. You have no banes here, vampire. We are between.”“Uh huh.” Triss eye the Crone suspiciously, but sighed after a while, and looked down at the fire. Circled by stones, it crackled and popped, and Triss found herself drifting closer. “You’re ... sure?”“Of course I’m.