Danielle," Mort Jensen approached her."Yes Mort," she flashed him her loveliest smile. She then noticed that everyone had taken off for the day."Uh......oh damn, I'm almost afraid to ask," he said as she watched the young man just out of college. He was five-eight, strongly built, short sandy hair, and brown eyes. He felt overly shy when he was around her."Ask what?" Danielle inquired. "I won't bite you," she promised. Danielle kept the amusement that was building up inside from spilling out and. ‘The usual, Emily,’ the guy behind the counter asked. ‘Yeah thanks Frank,’ Emily said. She slid the money across the counter at him and then took her ice mocha. ‘Strange seeing you here tonight. This is not your usual night. What brings you to my neck of the woods?’ ‘Just thought I would stop by and enjoy the music,’ Emily said. She took a long sip of the ice cold beverage. ‘How is the writing going?’ ‘ I’m actually thinking of quitting,’ Emily said. ‘Why? You are a really good writer. Why. * The mirror had finished it. I was regaining a bit of controlof myself now, but I knew I had turned a corner: femaleness was complete.I was vaguely aware and surprised how okay that seemed to me, but I had anew concern to overshadow that feeling. My magic was not working. Mymagic was gone! In its absence, a pale yellowness marked the continuedworking of Moranna's magic on me. Panic scrabbled up my throat yet again.I felt suddenly very vulnerable. I ran to check the door. With greatrelief I saw. Sera leant back and surveyed him, strands of dark hair falling in his face.Removing clothing was an ungraceful affair as both tried to get out of jeans and socks and shoes as fast as they could. Sera lost his balance and fell to the floor. Thomas collapsed on the bed laughing hard, then slid off. Sera giggled."I think I'm drunk." Muttered Thomas."You can't be," Sera replied, recovering somewhat, "You haven't drunk anything."Thomas kissed him with unexpected fervour."Drunk on you," he said.