The globes of her behind, encased in just her underwear, looked absolutely delicious. I tucked my fingers under the elastic of her panties, and ran th...m around her waist, over her hips, teasing her with imminent stripping, playing with the soft skin hidden beneath the flimsy protection of her underwear. Alexis wriggled her hips in response, pressing back towards me, eager.“Not yet.” I said softly, leaning forward so my mouth was directly by her ear. I could feel her shiver. I pressed into her,. I didn't fit the mold their grandmother had placed people like me in. We talked for hours about the things they could do, and compared them to our abilities. As it turned out, the extra wouldn't be of much use.It boiled down to the fact that almost everything witches and wizards were capable of, could be duplicated by the other one. The only difference was the way they accomplished the task. There were a few exceptions, but not many. For instance, witches couldn't teleport. In contrast, wizards. This was the phrase that Jimmy kept on repeating to himself. Except hallucinations didn't have any kind of internal logic. Cause and effect went out the window. It was amazing. Somehow, inexplicably, Lindsey had shrunken and was kneeling in her own normal sized boot."Dr. O'Brien, please help me, please get me out of here." Lindsey was in tears, fast approaching hysteria. As he looked closer, it seemed only her boots and socks had remained normal size. The rest of her garments had shrunk down. Each time she saw his lovely, handsome face in the window she felt a little warmer and new again. Yet, soon the songs of other weren’t enough, so for the first time she began to compose music of her own. As the graceful fibers of her bow caressed the violin’s strings, she played songs about her mysterious nighttime companion. She would watch him writing furiously by the flicker of a single candle, night after night. At first she thought dreamily that perhaps he was writing love letters to a.