She shut down her rattle-trap and I got a quick glimpse of her as she ran inside the modest abode.I returned to my car and sat inside. I held my cell...hone in one hand as I tried to interest myself in sports radio. Her smile, her eyes, her body, her feet, and her promise consumed me.Only a few minutes later, my phone vibrated. I swiftly brought the lighted window into focus; it was her! I answered, almost dropping the phone in my fumbling eagerness."It's me, Martha!" I said."And it's me. . "What happened?" I don't know. I've used a few spells before, I've even tested this onebefore and nothing like this has ever happened," she explained."Well can you turn me back?" I asked in my new, high pitched voice thatsounded alien to my ears."I can't," she replied. Before I could say anything she explained, "Icall it the Cinderella spell, I designed it for prom. It's designed towear off once you're back in bed after midnight. You turn back to normalin your sleep." Well at least that's. Then we discussed a lot about our lives but either I or he revealed our names. He was going to Chennai in search of job. At one point he told “I have an idea. We can find a home in Chennai and let’s stay there together without sharing our names and details. We can find jobs by staying there. After finding jobs let us go in our own path.What do you say?” I liked his idea so I agreed. We reached Chennai. By our plan we rented a furnished house. On the first day night, I am standing in balcony and. He walked around and sat at his desk again, I could now see his face and his smug grin. Did I just agree to something? He told me to stand up and sit on his desk, as he patted the desk in front of him to show me where to sit. I didn’t say a word because I figured he wanted to whisper and not be too loud for any tenants to hear. I sat on his desk, my legs were crossed so that he couldn’t see YOUR cookie. He just sat quietly and stared at my body honey. I was so nervous. It was really weird..