“It worked!”“Smartass. Still ... in a way you got it right. You fully expected the cup to be filled. Not only do the tools represent an element,...they represent a power ... a personage that has power. There are different traditions. Some practitioners use angels—Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel. I always name them clockwise from East to North. Some practitioners use demons, Native American spirits—Raven, Coyote, Beaver, and Badger—fairies, Celtic gods, Norse gods, Greek gods. It really. She stirred a little, not really waking up but holding on and making it easier.“We’re home, Boss,” I said, laying her in her bed. Rolling her on her side let me unzip the back and pull her dress down and off her body. Laying it on a chair, I covered her, turned off the light, and left her. “Goodnight, Boss.”You know who she is. I’ll call her Holli Wuud so you won’t know for sure since there are at least a dozen women who fit the same description. In her thirties—more or less—she has always. I gathered some courage and kept my hands crossed near her waist. I was aware of the deadly consequences of getting caught and would face the colossal humiliation for me and my mom and that lead me to shun the idea. Few minutes later I made up my mind and slowly touched her lower side of bood through crossed hands and found she was fast asleep. This gave me more courage and slowly kept my hands on boobs. There was dim light on and rest all slept. I felt the warmness of her boobs and cold waves. “Your three minutes are up,” Charlotte said sternly.“It was a defence mechanism, Charlotte. I thought I could get you out of my head. I was wrong,” with this parting shot, Alex left.Charlotte was still sobbing when it hit her what Alex had said, he loved her. Without a coat or putting anything on her feet she jumped up and ran out of the apartment after him. She ran barefoot into the street. She tried to spot Alex through the heavy snow. Her eyes soon found him; she ran in his direction. Her.