Startled, you hear me enter, your eyes focusing and seeing me gazing at you in wonder and lust. Blushing furiously at being caught so vulnerable and u...inhibited, you slide deeper into the protective bath water. Your cascading hair only makes you even more appealing, childish and desirable. The water seems to boil now in your embarrassment. You watch as I slowly kneel next to the tub and capture your beautiful violet eyes. My sea- green ones feast on your loveliness. Soft sighs escape, unbidden. Her Great Aunt Miranda, Head of theGrand Coven, lived in the San Diego area. Aunt Miranda was one of thosepeople who knew everybody, and it took no more than a phone call to get herfavorite niece into the office.*****"I don't know why you want to go there," Aunt Miranda snorted. "Too many ofthem are into that 'New Wave' nonsense that they think our Way is like." I know," Elsbeth said. "And a lot of them are technogeeks, who wouldn'tbelieve in real magic if you rubbed their noses in it." I know.. My stock answer was, "I don't plan to go, I hate Halloween!" Come on, Ed," Frank would say. "You have to go. You must know some chick who’ll go out with you." Frank, even if I did, I don't want to go," I'd tell him.My resistance was due, in great part, to the fact I didn't know a girl who would consider going out with me. I was eighteen and had never been out with a girl. My sexual knowledge was obtained from men's magazines and cheap paperback novels. In my mind, I was a great lover, but. It was fairly long, about four inches below her shoulders, and she wore it in fashion like most of her friends, kinda wild, kinda long, kinda teased. A big hair, she had once been told. Looking at the mirror, she made a frown and then left to get her first cup of coffee. As she passed the bed, her husband rolled from his side to his back. Looking down at him, she smelled the stale odor of beer, she saw the beginnings of the beer belly he was working on, the hair that covered his chest and.