All that could be heard was the sparks from the fire, still burning bright in their midst. One of the women, wearing a fox mask, picked up a dagger at...her feet. With it she drew a line in the ground between her and the woman next to her, then continued to draw an arch in the air above the line. “I draw a sacred gate in our circle of power so our High Priestess may enter without breaking its energy. Be welcomed, My Lady, our most holy of sisters.” A woman wearing a dark, hooded cloak and an owl. Her almost nude form is chilly yet she snuggles into her father’s loving embrace and the warmth quickly returns.While kissing, she reaches down to begin ministrations along his guarded length through his pants. She deftly undoes the belt buckle and lowers his zipper like bribing a guard of a prisoner and all without missing a kiss. Once she has retrieved the prisoner from its confines, Zaria strokes it with her hand. And now it is her father who sighs as they kiss. The girl tugs at him again. He couldn't - didn't really want to -believe any it, but what he wanted to believe hadn't kept it allfrom suddenly coming back to him. Although things were still alittle fuzzy in several spots, he remembered nearly everything thathad happened to him.He clearly remembered that strange interview he'd had with John andAbby Lawton. They were his - or rather Brittany Anne's - parents.He remembered Jake Losfeld, the special placement agent from theWitness Relocation and Placement Program. Agent. Is it a deal?” Since some of her earlier thoughts he wondered if she’d ask that. He nods yes, and she smiles real big.Hal picks up the phone, and calls his father’s mobile phone. It’s answered straight away. He says, “Call me on a land-line, now,” and hangs up. He doesn’t trust mobile phones for very private talks, they’re way too easy to listen in on. The phone rings, and he answers it. It’s his father. “Right, Dad. I’ve worked a deal with Mum. But there are terms. The first half was easy, but.