He was two inches taller than his sister, and built like Arnie in The Terminator—only better looking.“Marlene?”“Yes.”Oh yes, indeed! What co...ld I say about Marlene?She was a witch.I mean that in the nicest sense. An advocate of alternative medicine, she had an incredible knowledge of plants and what they could do, was a student of Tai Chi and yoga, and very much interested in the eastern philosophies on healing.And, of course, she studied witchcraft and sorcery—one of the specialities at this. Eyes shut tight. Full on sneeze. My head flings itself forward so far that I should have hit it on the door. Instead, I’m right where I wanted to be. Right where I intended to be, anyway. More or less. Before I do anything, I am surprised to find that I am falling. Not far, but a meter and a half, two meters. Still, I made it. Absorbing the impact with the careful bending of my knees is no strain on my ability, though.Ugh. Why are there so many fucking mysteries to solve? I should. We'd hang out with other friends." We have a lot of history, Alana. I don't know if I can just forgetthat." I don't want you to," I said. "That history ... the good parts of it ...that's what's going to let us to be such great friends. I know it."But I didn't know it. I hoped it. If I was going to be stuck as Alana, Ihad to have Mark in my life, but I didn't know if he'd want to be part ofmine. He let out a big sigh, and then finally said something."Ok... friend ... see any good movies. Would he be one of Carol's bastards? The kind who tried to dominate and force? Or would he be more like her father - sweet and gentle.The boat rocked, and there was a moment when she wasn't sure if it had been the boat or another spell of dizziness.What was wrong with her! Why was she so shameless! First, she'd wanted to run in and stroke her father's horny prick until he came. She'd wanted to suck it off and swallow his cum. She'd wondered how blissful it would be for her father to be the one.