"Italian stuff. Spaghetti, that kind've thing. It's nice."Indeed it was. The restaurant was fairly new, and yet quite old; an established restaurant t...at had been taken over by a new young chef.Inside, white tablecloths, wineglasses and candles were set on each table along with the cutlery. Some soft, vaguely continental-sounding music was playing. The walls were decorated in white with a lot of mirrors hanging there, creating the illusion that the room was larger than it really was. It took a. If only he knew.On one such occasion, when Brett was strutting his stuff, he noticed aparticularly attractive girl. 'A girl like that is certainly meant for aguy like me.' He thought. Unbeknownst to Brett this particular woman wasa witch. Not a fairytale type witch with a pointy hat and who rides abroomstick, but more like the Halliwell sisters from the T.V. seriesCharmed, or perhaps even Hermione from the Harry Potter movies. And ifthe movie version of The wizard of Oz was anything to go by. After that she loosened a bit and asked..”So hows your new gift . Huh?””liked it..?”I couldn’t say anything..I was flabbergasted at what she has done just now..But it surely was beginning to get me horny.. Next morning i woke up..Mom had gone to her morning jogs..But when i sat their with a relief that she was not there…She came to my bed…She was wearing a short trunks and vest..and was sweating like anything..As soon as she came,she jumped on top and wrestled me down..first i thought she was. "The strawberries dipped in gourmet chocolate?"I shook my head again."The ones that look like little tuxedos?" Oh, right. I remember now."Gabriel seemed satisfied, and I lit my pipe, puffing contentedly as he talked about the chocolate-dipped fruit. I settled into the padded luxury of the chair and savored the flavor of the Cavendish. Gabriel began chatting merrily about the Northwest Smoked Salmon from Harry and David, and I nodded at the appropriate times.As Gabriel talked, I gazed out the.