So, I cast a spell on them." What?" I gasped again, realizing that this explained why my mom and daddidn't seem to have any problems with my staying t...ere alone for a week."You must understand," she pointed out seriously, "that one of the rulesof magic is that it can NOT be used upon someone without their consent.Your parents gave that with their promise. I regret the need for that,but this was too important to risk."For a moment, I just stared at Aunt Elyse's reflection, not sure that Icould I. I kissed her with such ferocity, and even though she enjoyed it, she backed away taunting me. I needed more and would not take no for an answer. I pulled her again in closer and pressed my demanding lips to hers taking what I wanted and desired. Our lips remained enthralled with one another, tongues dancing their own dance. She broke off the kiss only to push my shirt up and off of me, tossing it to the side and returned her mouth to mine with a hunger that seemingly wouldn't be quenched. I. They had to have spent a minimum time, three years or more, in long term institutional care, either orphanages or hospitals. I wanted boys who had known and lived in pretty much the same lifestyle as I had experienced. I knew these boys would appreciate what we were going to be providing for them.We had some trouble at first with Sandy, because she had her own favorite age group of children, ones that she enjoyed working with the most. These were the younger children, ranging from four to eight. I, on the other hand, was horrified atthe prospect of becoming a (gasp!) husband and father. Soon minordisagreements blossomed into full-blown arguments, and healthy argumentsturned bitter and malignant until neither one of us could stand to be nearthe other. Sadly, silently we drifted apart.The last time I saw Linda was in September 1977. On a lark, I decided toattend the marriage of her eldest daughter. Seated in the back of the church,I could indulge in observing the proceedings without fear.