She proceeded to tell me she was a witch and had been working on this enchanted mohair for awhile. She knew I was the perfect subject for her experime...t. She needed a sweater fetishist who could be so over come with emotions, sensual sexual emotions that the subject would project these emotions to her enchanted mohair yarn. The mohair would then feed off it and attach to the subject and become part of the person. Once the mohair attached itself it would morph into whatever the subject wanted it. No she won't, anyway she's leaving shortly she going to her Mothers, why I asked ? Dave told me his Mother in Law was not well and need putting to,bed! What about you he then said to me are you going to let me put you to,bed, don't be rude anyway I'm your sister in Law, I've got the car parked out the back in a nice dark place, shut up Dirty boy I said jokingly. It was not long before his wife left, Before leaving she said Dave will.drop you off, won't you Dave, of course I will he replied. . "But, enough of this foolishness! We must hurry and dress or you shall be late for practice and I shall be late in reporting to your Maman and Monsieur Reyer. I do believe today is bound to be a long one as I am most impatient for the evening to arrive, so I may once again enjoy Erik's company."Christine sighed wistfully and Meg rolled her eyes at her friend's dreamy expression."Oh, Christine, you have fallen hard for Monsieur Destler. I never thought to see the day, but you are smitten and it. Yet amidst the fresh smell of a late spring afternoon, I was conscious of the scent of newly-washed hair and the tantalising fragrance of young girls.The track narrowed to a path and we were forced to walk in single file, the girls leading the way. I watched the sway of their hips and the rolling of their bottoms with fascination, almost tripping over a tree root as a result.We climbed the hill: not particularly steep but we were out of breath by the time we reached the top. We sat, the girls.