I opened the door and there stood Lilly and her gorgeous dad. “Lilly, Mr. Tuner, please come in. “I said as I watched Lilly and her father walked ...y. As Mr. Tuner turned to face me I could not help noticing the big bugle that was in his pants. “Would you like a drink, Mr. Turner? I asked as I took a deep breath, and tried to compose myself. “Yes, I think I’ll a scotch and soda please sweetheart, oh and please call me JT.” He said in a very deep sexy manly voice. “Well I’ll be a son of a. The cloud of particles then behaved in a way that was very unusual for a swirl of sand or even radioactive dust. They suddenly consolidated as one and blew at speed towards the four tourists. The particles swarmed around the two couples for less than ten seconds but it was more than long enough to be truly alarming. Some dust even seeped through the tourists' cloaks under which they wore no underwear. While the four men and women brushed and flicked away at the swarm, hoping that there'd be no. I've never been that important to someone who wasn't close family and it made me feel special."Someday, you might," he told me and I could hear his smile."So where's Billy, anyway?" It was beginning to irk me that he hadn't tried to heal me yet. I may heal quickly, my back, jaw and throat probably already looked like old bruises, but this headache was horrible."It seems your Witch had been imbibing alcohol with a few of the youngsters," he told me and I groaned quietly. He knew Witches couldn't. It is Glen on the other end, her good friend and sometime lover. He tells her that he just bought a new Harley and wants to take her for a ride. She loves bikes, so tells him to give her about fifteen minutes and she would love to go. She hangs up and hurries to fix her hair and makeup, then find something to wear. She decides on her red lacy boy shorts and matching red bra, tight black jeans, black wifebeater, and black leather jacket. She dabs on a bit of the perfume that she knows Glen.