His cravings, longings, musings were something he’d come to hate. He’d hear her voice and his insides would melt, butterflies would fill his stoma...h. ‘Catharine,’ he spoke into his empty cell, ‘I love you, I need you, please, please come to me!’ Sometimes he thought he heard her laugh, light and sweet, other times he was certain he’d become delusional. She’d left him a note pad and a pen, on which he scribbled love notes, and occasionally sketches of Catharine. He’d tear them out and send them. I needed to reconnect as fast as possible.” She put her cards back in her bag.“You mentioned a next time? Will that still a witch thing?” he asked.“Maybe. It certainly could be. It would be nice to not be having to think about that stuff next time though. Being on top and in control is nice, but if I’m not having to concentrate on spell work I can really let go, you know?” she turned her head and their eyes met.“I’d like to see that.” Will said, leering with a comical, overly predatory grin on. Most of the stuff the guys and I talked about were like high school pranks. I might as well put a flaming bag of dog poop on his doorstep. I needed some real revenge.It was noon when I got up. The kids were at school and I could hear Marcie moving around in the house. I grabbed a quick shower, shaved, and started out the door."Good morning husband. Don't you have a kiss for your wife?"She was standing by the kitchen sink with her hand on her hip and a smirk on her face. I just turned and walked. Sure, he was willing to get his rocks off with Christopher in the heat of the moment; that was fun, but it wasn’t like it was with girls. Fucking his father was something he’d never considered. He supposed it might be like it was with Christopher, though.Michael broke the silence. “That’s a lot to process to, Dad.”“Yeah. I don’t expect an answer right now. Take all the time you need to. No one’s rushing a decision.”“What about the girls and Christopher?” Michael asked.“Lisa and I are going to.