She kept them there for sometime, she was wearing a salwar kameez dress and the material of the salwar feltgood to me as well. We stayed like this for...around 10 –15 mins.The album gotover she got up and wentto chaek the rain I also followed her and it wasraining too and we came back and sitting close to each other and chattingsomething all off sudden the power again went off she said do you need me tolight a candel? I said it is ok and switched onmy cell phone lite our feet were touching, her. They all have at least one separate guest residence, easy access to the city and complete privacy. It is really just a matter of personal taste.’ I quickly darted a glance up, to see if Mr. M was furious, but, instead I found an odd smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. It could almost be mistaken for a smile, but I knew better than to believe Mr.M capable of a smile. I returned my eyes to the cold grey slate floor. ‘Fine. Are those the properties there?’ he asked. I looked up to see him. He said nothing but his smile broadened as we headed to the boutique where America shops; your friendly neighborhood Walmart.The next morning I rose before daylight, got dressed and began to walk to work. Just as I got to the gate at the end of the drive to Sander's estate, he pulls up in that big black Escalade, rolls down the window, points at the passenger door behind the driver's door and yells, "get in!"I climb into the seat behind Sanders and discovered that I was not his only. Fragrant steam drifted across the table. Ken leaned back and sipped more of his coffee."You're Wiccan," he stated. "And unlike many, you can do magic -- actual magic. You believe in the Goddess." There's magic, then there's magic," said Cordoba. "You're telling me you used magic to make those men disappear? Or maybe you turned them into model citizens?" How badly do you want to know what happened to them?" asked Ken."I want the truth," said Cordoba."A truth," said Jane, speaking for the first.