It was better that we came to terms with that now, and avoided any future problems.The thought didn't stop the trickle of tears from resuming. "This i... better," I muttered to myself under my breath. If I said it enough, maybe I would believe it, eventually.I heard a rustling, and I jumped up, alarmed, as I saw a flash of grey fur through the trees. I unsheathed my daggers and was about to scream for help when an enormous grey wolf with amber eyes approached me. I sighed in relief and flopped. " remembers Nancy. Director Cindy Freedman remembers the audition as being full of women. "I wanted an over powering witch, one big enough to make our Hansel and Gretel look small. I had considered asking a man to play it, but I doubted that we could find one that could meet our schedule of daytime performances" recalls Cindy. Bob could make the performances, being a self employed computer consultant. He was cajoled into trying out. "I figured that it would be like the witches in. It was Friday night and she was getting ready to go out, she had something special planned tonight. She had her favourite pair of red and black lace lingerie on, the panties cupping her round smooth cheeks, her light blue pencil dress that hugged her figure and gave her a passable cleavage, white heels that make her look sexy even though they squeezed her toes and rubbed her heels and she had barely got the hang of walking in them. She had done her make up too, as well as she could, a little. She'd call me Mommy all the time pretty soon and someday, maybe in a year maybe two, Jilly wouldn't even remember that other woman; she'd only remember me.Love pills!That's what they were, because that's all I felt. Just love and I had Jilly sitting down eating some sliced apple, cause she'd had enough pudding already. She kept smiling and kicking her legs and talking. God! That little girl loves to talk, telling me about how she wanted a horsy and a dog and some cats and some birds and a fish.