The Enchantress closed her eyes. ——————————————————————————————————————�...———————————————————————— It was warm. Wherever Valsivale’s magic had swept us, agreed with me tremendously! It was dry, and warm. ‘Where are we?’ Saela asked. ‘Not quite where I intended.’ Said Valsivale. She seemed worried. ‘Let’s just hope that he’s n–‘ ‘HOPE THAT HE’S NOT WHAT, VALSIVALE!?’ A mocking voice abruptly intoned. The Enchantress turned her head swiftly to take in a gaunt, handsome man who stood on the. At home, she had been apprehensive about the multiple partner relationship, but now she knew that she belonged with them, with all of them. Now she felt a strong emotional tie to all the people in their group and knew without a doubt that it was reciprocal. She loved them all.Joyce pulled Sarah to her again and kissed her with all the emotion she could put into it. She then climbed over Sarah to greet Terry and Sally then Rusty, Jill, Janet and Judy. Their kisses spoke volumes of the love they. " He mumbled under his breath. "Thank you, Shamus. It'salways gratifying to have one's suspicions confirmed." He decided that it mightbe time to visit Josiah Whitney's barbershop for a haircut and shave and some ofthat nice bay rum tonic after.Sam Braddock, sitting two tables away and losing a poker hand to Bridget, hadthe same idea.***Jessie glanced nervously around the Saloon. 'Where the hell is Paul?' shethought. "Shamus is already selling dance tickets."A voice suddenly broke into her. Tiffany was upstairs judging by the bass beat that could just be heard from the stairs. Tiffany slipped of her coat. She had put on a little black dress before coming and, in case Sean came round, she had worn his favourite black lingerie and stockings. Not that she was going to let anything happen. She almost had herself convinced over that one. Sam had just started outlining her essay on twentieth century poets when she heard Tiffany’s feet on the stairs. Tiffany’s impish face appeared around.